The blue woman~alive

knows the meaning of things

and the hue of His visions.

Thinks to survive.

Absently slipping her sight at the edge

of the reality~

ruins, cracked mountains, and

rolling rocky rains

when the divine penetrates her within.

The rise of more forest fires everywhere in the world. This work was created after I spent a summer in Southern Europe. In France and Spain, in the wonderful mountainous areas, with beautiful sunsets and lovely landscapes that are so dear to me, there were lots of fires in 2023. Smoke was somewhre behind the mountaintops constantly, At noght fire fighter helicopters flew over. And it is happening everywhere in the world. The world is heating up, making our landscapes hot, and maybe unlivable in the future for ourselves.

The Vital Force - JOY work is from my collection: ”Beautiful Coexistence" which is an ode to the force of nature and the energy that creates life and that consumes life. To the sentiments, emotions and fears that make life an exciting adventure! Visualizing the dynamics and conflicting realities through the use of many fragmentary hand-drawn and digital layers, my paintings are a kind of pentimenti...Unique images of the coexistence that shift between the recognizable and the abstract to build unexpected and memorable pictures.
Unique depictions of the coexistence that move between the recognizable and the abstract, creating memorable images of humanity as an integral part of nature and which invisible forces shape our world.

She sat on the curb and stretched her legs out
and waited for some car to come;
in far nights when her husband coughed, the walls
of their shack got everyone up when they shook,
she wanted to be the one to stand against
the TB he had contracted underground
while looking for stones for the nice lady,
during the days of shackles, blue coal and glass
from the earth, gold for the queen’s chandelier
and diamonds for pink fingers. This is what
the police knew of her. She gripped the edge
of the ledge behind her as a car approached,
and pushed herself in again, her heart certain
that it must know, now, what this felt like.

surface mixes the weather,
cowed, potent clouds then kisses
of fire stolen together
with vapors purse-proud, hisses 

Watching my daughter climb this majestic live oak, unfettered and unafraid, the visual metaphor was abundantly clear. Who could resist the lure of that tangle of branches that travel so high to a magical perch with the owls? Of course, I want her to feel this pull and feel her strength to climb to the top. But from the ground, I see the treacherousness of all of it, all that I can't control or protect her from, and all of the letting go that lies ahead. As a painter, I wanted to capture how the gesture of her body was in unison with the tree--I could see the specific and the infinite at the same time--and the rhythm of the shapes, negative and positive, that seemed to tell the story for me.

Through my work, I strive to bring together the multifaceted aspects of life experience as ingredients for a fresh and exploratory worldview. It is an attempt to present these phenomena in a visual language that is focused enough to address the issue at hand, yet broad enough to transfer coherent concepts without being colloquially or culturally exclusive. In essence, I see them as contemporary visual sutras, to be pondered, absorbed, and considered. The various facets of an image are in essence seeds which are planted upon viewing, then integrate with the viewer's sense of self, stimulating and provoking a broader mindset.

Hollow-eyed shades
of human beings, 

human beings
cogitating on jazz music, 

jazz penetrates the deep silence
of the bleeding angels, 

angels in a fight for
the awakening of this blind reality, 

The arts and humanities open up our imagination. They encourage critical thinking and broad viewing of our present on the one hand, and allow for day-dreaming on the other. And the ability to imagine other futures, other realities or existences - is what allows for change.

I wrote this for my mother,
for her mother,
for my grandmother’s mother,
and for her mother before her.