I was born in Texas, with Mexico next door. The wide arid landscapes of the Southwest with its dusty earth palettes coupled with vibrantly colored folk art marked me. Storytelling and pattern making are central within the folk arts of Mexico and Texas. I learned the beauty and power of narrative and its ability to change us from retablos that hung in old village churches and the large painted murals found on stucco sided buildings in old Dallas. 

My art practice has evolved since my formative years. Dots are an important element in my paintings. They are the ‘words’ that both lead and build surface and narrative. As circles, dots become windows, holes, or molecules, leading us into cycles of never-ending stories. Dots are both energy and form. I wonder if we all arrive and end somewhere, or are we simply tales in perpetual motion?

Ritual and spiritual seed cycles were planted early. My conservative Jewish family celebrated the coming of the Sabbath Queen weekly. Here, I learned to respect the ineffable, deeper forces that infused everything.

Currently, the dots arrange themselves reflectively. The new paintings are about re-membering. 

We are of earth and heaven, stems of nature herself, and were born of ancestors who knew how to read the sky for omens. Ancestors who walked across deserts and who sailed across oceans following constellations as paths. Ancestors who could hear and sing a river’s song as a prayer, and who learned from the animals they hunted and cared for. As the rocking of modernity lulls us further into amnesia, our wild, beautiful, animate selves and grounded relationships are placed on hold. Unconscious, we are becoming subterfuge for modernity's end game. Can we wake what presently sleeps to nourish again what is most precious before it consumes us? My new paintings continue my fascination with connection and honor and explore our animate roots. There are forces bigger than ourselves begging for tending, wanting to be fed. Will we heed their call?