Come back to what you know
At 42, I’m still that little girl who brings things home from the beach.
Pearly shells, smooth stones, twisty driftwood.
When I look at these driftwood shapes, they echo the lines of the islands in the Salish Sea. Denman, Hornby, Texada, Savary.
They are familiar and comforting forms.
They are the lines that I bring into my paintings and journals.
A meandering brushstroke in Payne’s Grey, a line gestured in Jade Neocolor pastel.
The familiarity of the landscape brings familiarity to my creative process
I paint these lines again and again.
It feels like home.
It feels comforting amidst the sea of uncertainty.
