During yearly visits to my grandmother’s house and studio in a rural Indian village outside of Patzcuaro, Mexico I honed a keen interest in literature and poetry which figure into my work in much the same way as does nature- through transposition.  Marguerite Yourcenar, in describing a man haunted nereids (sea nymphs), writes:

“He 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 midst of common folk.”

My hope is that the best of my paintings will be nereids.