It all starts with an opening. This could be a walk, or simply a break to observe the clouds in the sky. And in letting go and allowing the day to just be what it is – errands, dog walk, waiting for a class in the Berkeley Marina to end…that’s when inspiration begins.
It doesn’t come when effort is applied or even when I’m looking for inspiration! The opposite is true. Painting is a way to process my life and the world around me. Then when the work is done and I photograph it, I see the obvious connections. They are absolutely abstract, and whether or not YOU see them is unknown to me. But here they are.
“Sunday Walk” may appear quiet on the surface but the textures and subtle lines have as deep a history and purpose as a spider’s web in the bush, the pebbles on the path, the boat masts in the marina. It will always mark the processing of watching humans play at the Berkeley Marina on a Fall morning.