I owe my intimacy with light and water, mountain and sky to yearly ventures to the wilderness of Alaska and the rural Indian village where my grandmother lived and painted in Central Mexico. To me, every glimpse at nature is a kind of dreamscape. The element of landscape in my work is always rendered from memory- rather than paint what’s in front of me, I prefer to surround myself with that thing, go away from it and wait for it to resurface in my imagination. My keen interest in literature and poetry also figure into my work in much the same way, through transposition.

“She has left the world of facts to enter that of illusions, and sometimes I think that an illusion is perhaps the shape that the innermost secret realities take in the minds of common folk.”
– Marguerite Yourcenar