The weather turned colder, the sun disappeared. I picked up a stone from the garden and took it inside.
Stone
Drawing the stone I surrounded it with darkness, the unknown. Was it threatening and intimidating; encompassing and swaddling; or a vast ever-expanding space?
Isolation #7
Taking this drawing as a starting point and one of my old paintings as a base, I began working on a larger scale with paint, charcoal, pastel and graphite. I wanted the blackness to have density and depth and shadows of the old painting to be visible through the layers and marks that it were gradually covering it.
Isolation 1
Our lives are built on everything that has gone before. We change moment by moment.
The cold, smooth pebble I cradle in my hands turns my gaze into the universe.