When I begin a painting, there is rarely a plan. Starting with a color or a palette, there is a sense of wanting to achieve balance while allowing a spacious feeling to remain.
While I tend towards bright, summery colors, there is also an appreciation of the roughness of decay like the chipping away of paint on an old fence or the color of rust against the blue-black of a fire cauldron. There is evidence of wanderlust in the shape of islands, water, and movement as well as contour lines to mimic map-like images. The garden around my house is also an influence, and on Instagram many photos of my paintings are taken along our old cedar fence flanked by the sage-green of a lavender or wormwood bush.
The art I seem to create is an ever-changing thing. Style is not stagnant – as there are shifts and growth that occur in life, it becomes evident on the canvas. It is an enjoyable thing to observe.