Many of my summers were spent in upstate NY. My grandparent’s house was out in the middle of nowhere, near a rocky waterfall and a random abandoned bus way out in the middle of the woods. I started loving the light and energy of the colors in this environment at dusk; everything was lit by a calm bluish light. As the minutes went on, things became less recognizable, more open to interpretation. Perhaps more otherworldly or spooky, if you will. The colors at that point in the day are a primary influence on the palette I have chosen to work with over the years.

I like to take the more subtle approach to tell the story, often visually embedding applicable old-fashioned terminology in the images (i.e. don’t put all of your eggs in one basket). My paintings are open-ended to the extent that the viewer can make up their own story. I love hearing someone else’s interpretation of a painting. If one of my images touches someone enough to cause an emotional connection, reaction, or memory, I feel like I have done something very, very right.