As I consider the current direction of my painting, I recognize a
keen interest in how objects are shaped by their surroundings, both
physically and energetically. In my paintings of trees, I see this
exploration as twofold: atmosphere being fractured by the presence
of tree trunks, branches, and leaves. And the trees themselves
being shaped and distorted by the surrounding atmosphere. I love
this dimensional dance. In the murk of fog, mist and haze the
boundary becomes blurred. Landscape and atmosphere seem to
converge, revealing the fact that indeed they are made up of the
same substance; different densities, perhaps, but still the same