I never learned how to color inside the lines literally or metaphorically.
I attended art school, studied painting in college, and art therapy in graduate school, but feel that I have spent my time since then attempting to unlearn whatever it was they were trying to teach. My feeling is that I am self-taught — I never did
catch on to whatever it was I was supposed to catch on to. I live in a tiny village on the Oregon coast and makes paintings. I do not call what I do art, and really haven’t the slightest idea what”art” is: I just does what I do…be do …be do …be do….
With my images, I attempt to evoke magic…spiraling and emerging through the sacred symbology of the divine source, the great mother, the One.
I have a passion for reaching into the essence of what is deeper than words, making pictures of what is beneath the surface, behind the veil, healing what arises from the depths of the world soul, activating the powers of intention, creating magic and revealing
transcendence.
I feel that the role of the “artist” in this time is to be a shaman in the very deepest sense of that word, working to dispel commonly held illusions and delusions – perhaps through the creation of”illusions” and to help bring about a true healing to her/his culture: to nurture and feed the world soul.
