I feel unmoored, like the ground is falling or a breeze could pick me up. Life moves too fast. I am overwhelmed – jumpy. Our experiences and attention shape the way we see. Meditation teaches me that in this world of unknowns, change and impermanence are our only certainties. If I could come to terms with this, would my fear subside?

I communicate the dilemma of being through landscape. Trepidation colors the scene as I bring my insides to bear on the outside. Thick atmosphere tints the landscape like an eclipse or summer storm. Shining suns unfurl, conifers become bulbous, and orbs cast glows on crinkly weeds.  Tiring of the rectangle, I soften the paintings’ corners to change my relationship to the picture plane and mirror the visual field’s undefined edge. In these phantasmagorias reality is more than it seems, and the viewer is implicated in its magic. As though standing on oceanic ground, one’s attention follows the receding landscape out only to wash back up at the shores of one’s skin; hope; longing; loss. While building other worlds the sense of my impermanence in an expansive, mysterious universe opens into a broader context and I am free.