A blank page; a void waiting to be filled.
One stroke, one color, then another — a rhythm that spills from within, pouring life onto the surface.Always abstract,never seeking to capture the tangible beauty of this world. How could it? That wholeness, that grace,
that perfection is unattainable on paper or canvas; only abstraction can hint at its essence.
IIn Whisper series of the 1990s, the names came: Bad Joe Hummel, Boogie Woogie Makes Me Smile, Sidewinder Detox, and Zolly Dolly Dances for Moonkin.
Small, whimsical follies of red, black, green, and glorious yellow — the color of the sun,
of warmth, of dandelions in the spring. Lines, dots, squiggles, and circles; always a circle, the eternal symbol of moon and sun. It was as if beings from another plane were pushing through the veil, speaking of themselves, declaring their existence to this world.
Mixed media brought boundless inspiration: the luscious smear of crayon on its side,the delicate wisp of pastel, the scribbled vibrancy of colored pencil, the swirling energy of acrylic, a touch of graphite grounding it all. The process became a narrative
— left to right, top to bottom, as in the written word —
an unfolding story told through color, texture, and movement. Pallet knives carved paint across the surface, flat brushes created sharp edges, verticality balanced with a horizontal pull. Strict geometry softened by a hasty dynamic line or a frenetic scribble, equilibrium between strict and chaotic.mountains rising, touching, dancing, breathing life from line to solid.
The last work before the sculptures explore the interplay of geometry, light, and texture, rendered on natural slate. The contrast between the rigid precision of the shapes and the organic textures of the medium invites a dialogue between structure and imperfection. The reflective quality of the forms suggests shifting perspectives, as if the pieces are in a constant state of transformation.
Then came the sculptures — not just any objects, but organic matter, materials of the earth. The beauty of what sustains us: food, leaves, flowers, scraps we discard and return to the soil. This is beauty in its truest form —impermanent, transitional, and cyclical. These are the remnants of life, whispering of endings that become beginnings.
Through these works, I invite others to see what is often overlooked: the quiet magnificence of nature in its most transient state. By preserving these fleeting moments in sculptural arrangements immortalized in photographs, I hope to remind us all of the interconnected cycles of life, death, and renewal. My intent is to celebrate the ephemeral —t o honor what is here, however briefly, and to marvel at the grace of its inevitable return to the earth.