My entire life I have been comforted by the light on the landscape. The morning and evening light shows which bless me anew each day seem to send messages of hope and truth as the landscape is illuminated. Whether I am watching the sunrise out the kitchen window or driving along a lone stretch of road on the outskirts of town in the late afternoon hours, there is a comfort in knowing that this beauty is created each day and I
am not responsible for creating it...it is a daily renewed gift God bestows upon us. Each moment is unique and filled with His touch of incredible beauty. I never tire of seeing the light’s effects on the landscape as its colors blanket the earth. This interaction of light and landscape provides a personification of mood that gives me a safe place to encounter the concerns within my own soul. It seems that as I experience the drama
unfold as the amber light awakens the gently rolling fields, kissing the tips of the trees, and warming the horizon above the earth, I am comforted with the hope that lies within the seeds of a new day.
Though I spent most of my adult life in Maine immersed in the rugged rocks of the coastline and “small skies” of its tree-filled interior, my new life in Iowa has opened up the sky and stretched out the land before me. Iowa is a welcoming place with its people and its landscapes. The light I encounter each day gently woos me to consider the land’s humble beauty as it interacts with the ever changing moods of Iowa’s massive
skies. The span of visual metaphors within the effects of light on the landscape constantly give me glimpses into my own soul, from tender illumination, slight glimmers of hope, joy-filled clarity, to threatening overwhelming power. My paintings are the records of those unique and fleeting moments we all know, yet may not take time to notice.
am not responsible for creating it...it is a daily renewed gift God bestows upon us. Each moment is unique and filled with His touch of incredible beauty. I never tire of seeing the light’s effects on the landscape as its colors blanket the earth. This interaction of light and landscape provides a personification of mood that gives me a safe place to encounter the concerns within my own soul. It seems that as I experience the drama
unfold as the amber light awakens the gently rolling fields, kissing the tips of the trees, and warming the horizon above the earth, I am comforted with the hope that lies within the seeds of a new day.
Though I spent most of my adult life in Maine immersed in the rugged rocks of the coastline and “small skies” of its tree-filled interior, my new life in Iowa has opened up the sky and stretched out the land before me. Iowa is a welcoming place with its people and its landscapes. The light I encounter each day gently woos me to consider the land’s humble beauty as it interacts with the ever changing moods of Iowa’s massive
skies. The span of visual metaphors within the effects of light on the landscape constantly give me glimpses into my own soul, from tender illumination, slight glimmers of hope, joy-filled clarity, to threatening overwhelming power. My paintings are the records of those unique and fleeting moments we all know, yet may not take time to notice.