A New Language

Moving from the East Coast to Arizona made everything new for me.

I learned to make art in the dewey, lush greens of the East Coast landscape.
Then I moved to the Arizona desert. And then I moved back to a land of water—Virginia Beach.

With each move I learned the language of the landscape of my home. Creation shares with me her beauty in a secret language composed of light, color and shapes. Rocks reach up out of the desert, waves roll across beaches, and clouds refract shards of color.

My response to this excitement is “A New Language,” a series of hand pulled prints. Here the colors are nouns, and the shapes are verbs. When the sun rises— over the ocean or the desert—everything comes to life. The rays of first light bring a colorful energy to whatever they touch, and this body of work describes the beauty and joy that I find there.