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May 27, 2014


Your Icelandic drawings are the most stunning to me! I love how you've expressed your love of the landscape as motivation for doing them.

I find it odd sometimes that I don't do landscapes or flowers though I love them very much, though I do elements from the landscape, such as rocks.

Making others really see, really look at what you love and what they should love is so very important, isn't it?

Your black and white rock paintings are so powerful, elemental - especially grouped like that. Just sitting at your work table must be inspiring. I like your dark palette of blues/greens/browns, too.

You've said so very much here so very well!

When I was traveling about the western and central states a lot it was the landscape that captured my heart and intellect more than anything else. I used to love to drive in the area of eastern Oklahoma where my family, both maternal and paternal, had lived for three generations before mine and there was such a strong ethereal beauty to it all. The light of the sun was different, the rolling fields, the hawks, all lent to the idea of home unlike no other place I've been. The land stays regardless of how we may tear it up or build on it and the idea of place is one I like to contemplate often.

I sincerely love this post!

Please come visit Asheville and paint the Appachians and the Smokies!

Yes, as you put it so well: "And there is another kind of witness, that of recorder -- in a different way from photography." That is what I love about your landscapes, because in them, you let the place speak for itself in a way that the quote you had from Maya Angelou talks about writing "so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart." You let those landscapes slide through the eyes, so the vision of them "goes straight to the heart."

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