I begin painting almost blindly. In the process of repainting, I struggle to strike a balance between the initial sense of natural wildness and an orderly paint surface that appears as simple as breathing. The works shown here, on the other hand, are collages, more in tune with drawing.


Arriving in New York from the Pacific Northwest in those heady years of the mid 1970s, I roamed the streets sketching, haunted museums and studied drawing, painting and printmaking at the Art Students League. Loft studios, East Harlem first, then South Brooklyn, were the proving ground. Cross-cultural art shows and NY Feminist Art Institute workshops provided a lively scene for multi-media experimentation.

For the past several years it has been all about oil painting, with occasional long cool dips into drawing and collage for refreshment. My wonderful, alive surroundings in Astoria and Long Island City have been a deep influence, always with the inner eye turned to my western roots, until a recent move to Staten Island. Now I am rediscovering New York Harbor and a whole new way of looking at my adopted city.

The work is represented in private collections internationally and has been exhibited in Japan, Korea and throughout the U.S.