Nancy has written an insightful statement that I believe is an overarching truth and applies to both artist and a viewer: “Paintings really don't speak at all. They traffic in another kind of communication. Something more visceral...as if our heart, lungs and guts have eyes and project what they see on some inner screen. An inner kind of primordial landscape that has never encountered the World. I can, and do, make up stories about them; and sometimes they're very good stories, but they are never complete. Just random paragraphs in a really long novel. The story is just a very superficial narrative floating on a vast sea of experience that is beyond comprehension.”

