An Ode to Nature, her Garden, and the Tapestry of Life
I’ve always been fascinated by the forces of nature which surround and sometimes circumscribe our journey through life and history. Nature communicates daily. We hear rustling breezes, howling winds, and see the changing of the seasons. Standing on the shores of the Mississippi or the shores of Lake Superior, you may be struck by soothing glistening ripples, or you may feel the raw force of the waves.
Once a year, we spend a week at the ocean, north of Fort Lauderdale. I gaze at the waves and contemplate them endlessly. The mysteries of nature awe and inspire.
We, like all living things, are interconnected, part of the rich tapestry of nature, her seasonal cycles and her interdependent plan. We are like blossoms wending our way through the brambles of her garden as we journey through life. All who live in our nation inhabit that garden forming a rich mosaic of entwined blossoms; the ethnicities, the races, the people who built our country. My paintings are abstract metaphors for aspects of nature and for the life we carve within her reaches.

