I am fascinated by waters. Rivers, lakes, ponds, rain, fog, all refresh me. I have been working on a series of paintings that portray different bodies of water in Sierra wilderness areas and in the desert. Water is so important in the west. I live on the rain shadow side of the Sierra Range. It is a barren land to the east of my home. On the one hand, it is dusty, dry and lonely, but the loneliness is what is lovely sometimes. No noise, no people, no lights, and millions of stars at night. Being on the rain shadow side of the mountains only means that I see the promise of cloud buildup, heavy and dark, and hope the rain will fall, but alas, most of the time, the clouds dissipate after spectacular sunsets.
I saw a quote written by Norman Maclean, who wrote the book, "A River Runs Through It", and it will probably be the quote I use when I show my most recent paintings as a body of work. I love this quote.
" Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. ON some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."
This past winter passed all expectations for snowfall and moisture. I have been busy, but my desire has been to visit roaring wilderness creeks and rivers, full of snow melt, and see the still snow covered peaks, even into mid July. Hoping to see you out there in the wilderness, and if not, that my art will inspire you to go.
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I have grown up in the west. My family lived in small mining towns, eventually moving to the huge metropolis known as Reno. At least, that is how it seemed to me, four years old and used to small dusty mining towns and lonely dirt roads. My first adventure walking down a dirt road occurred one night in the small town of Empire Nevada. For some reason, a boxing match took place one night a distance from town. Townspeople parked in a wide dirt turnout, and our whole family attended this event. I was only three years old. Of course, I was utterly bored. I told my mom that I was going to walk home. She didn't hear me but I set off in the dark to find my way home. About half way home, our car came tearing up the road and screeched to a stop. My parents were so angry, thinking I was lost out in the expanse of the desert somewhere. What I remember about the walk was the beautiful expanse of stars in the inky sky, and the road stretching out forever in front of me. I have never stopped walking since. My painting called Guardians is a tribute to the fact that Nevada is the most mountainous state in the U.S.A. To the casual observer, it is nothing more than brown mountains in between long sagebrush filled valleys. A Nevadan knows to look for the nooks and crannies. There are aspen filled canyons, and long silent valleys. There are amazing craggy rock formations, and green alpine meadows. There is complete darkness at night, masses of pinpoint stars, and almost always, the lovely sound of wind rushing down from peaks. Although, I have to admit, the wind sometime can be brutal. So, I live in the west and I paint the west because I want others to catch the beauty of what I experience all the time. I hope you get a glimpse and maybe we can take a walk sometime. .