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Painting is my way down the rabbit hole. My work, hopefully, is not about tackling the tough stuff in our lives; rather, it’s about letting it go, if only for a bit, and filling our minds with joy and peace. As a political activist and community volunteer, I am often tempted to fret; painting temporarily absolves me of my self-imposed responsibility to make the world a more loving place. When I am painting, all the world (except for my dog, Rupert) disappears and I am left with the simple joy a mass of clouds provide, the peace the motion of the waves offer. It is my hope that my work brings the same succor to the viewer.
The process begins with a walk with my Rupert. On the beach, through the dunes, along the pier, looking for the moment of light where one sighs in wonder, then grins with delight. Then it’s back to the studio. I work on 5 or 6 paintings simultaneously, each of a different scene. It gets very intense inside my head; I need to work on one painting and once I begin to fret, I let it rest and continue on with another. Eventually they finish around the same time, with a fluidity and cohesiveness between them that makes them look symbiotic together. I love acrylics because of their diversity of use and their quick dry-time, and because I am sentimental; though I began my career as an artist as a jeweler, then a furniture painter, I will never forget the first day I started painting with acrylics. It somehow opened my mind, almost as though I was revisiting another realm, perhaps the realm of dreams, or another life, or the life of an ancestor, who knows!…but it feels like home.
I have been painting for almost 30 years; I have never taken an art class, and am very thankful to all my artistic friends who have guided me and answered my countless questions. I promise myself all the time that I will take a course, then I fret and change my mind. Oh, well.
I am living my dream. When I stumbled into Provincetown in 1986, it was for a summer between semesters where I was earning a degree in marketing, which would have made for a safe future…but…I couldn’t leave. I had never heard of Provincetown before I arrived, and I was stunned at the beautiful culture of outsider thinking and diversity, the pursuit of the hip way. Provincetown allowed me to see that there is, indeed, a place where the outsider is an insider, and that there exists a place and a lifestyle where I fit, just perfectly.