I was born and grew up at the foot of the Sierra Nevada Mountains in Reno. The landscape of the American West has always calmed me and steadied my heart. I need to paint these spaces. Spaces with which I feel kinship. Spaces which make me feel like I’m home.
They are the blur of my childhood memories. They are sediment and mountain shaped by time immortal. A dissolve of sunlight in the particles of parched air that carry sound, still and long. They are adorned with draught shaped wonders and skies of flowing stone. They are lonesome and demonic, pure in their inhospitable grandeur and uncaring of their sapien witnesses.
These are spaces as I see them and as paint can only describe them. Ruminations on time, erosion, rebirth, and a longing for place.
