My dreams often influence my artwork.  Last night I had a few nightmares, not that I remember any of them, but it had me thinking that I should share with you, my viewers these thoughts.

The latest series of drawings was inspired by a dream that I had a few weeks ago.  It was a tangible experience of the space that lies between people.
Face drawing 3; Stage 2

The water-drawings I’ve done to now have not been figural, so that feeling of interpersonal dynamics was lost on most of my audience.  After the dream I had, which I no longer remember in detail, I decided that adding figural elements to the water drawings would make them easier to understand for the average viewer.
What I've been up to!
Even in these first ones, you can see tension, but the tension isn’t directed enough to give meaning to the viewer.  I needed to find a way to be more daring and let the viewer know a little bit more clearly what these metaphorical observations really represent.
In the coming days, I’ll be posting more of my newer figural works as well as some of my older work.

Natural Contrast


I grew up in a smallish city, but I grew up on the borders of that city, so I’m a bit more of a country girl than one might expect.  There is a wetland near my childhood home, and some little woods.  My mother and father kept a garden for vegetables until I was a teenager, and when I was really little and we lived in an apartment, we rented a plot at the County Farm Park, which is even more wilderness than my backyard was.

So when I was given the opportunity to visit a large hunting estate in Spain, I jumped on the chance.  The photos above are staggered– some American; some Spanish– to give the viewer a sense of both places, but also to help the viewer understand how from each place a different culture may spring, with common threads intertwined.

Urban Contrast


These are photos of the built environment.  Most of them are in Chicago, Paris, Madrid, or London, but there are a few other cities represented.  Growing up, cities always seemed so grandiose.  Something I could never touch, or live within.  Now the opposite feels more true.  It is hard to afford certain sub-urban luxuries like a car living on a low wage, and so I’ve spent most of the last twelve years living in big cities with good public transport.  The way one sees a city traveling on public transport creates a corridor of details that one knows very well.  Often going outside the well worn paths that we need to get from work to home to school and back again costs us so much time that in order to maintain interest, we find new details in things that one would never notice from a car.

These photos are put in an order to allow the viewer to compare different means of travel, and the different kinds of lifestyles on this continent, and that one.