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.

And then I moved to the desert.

Here I learned a new language…one of a stark, harsh beauty that speaks to me of power and fragility, of resilience and erosion, of color and beauty.

The desert shares with me her beauty in a secret language composed of light, color and shapes. My response to her 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 desert everything comes to life, and this body of work describes the beauty and joy that I find there.