I remember my shock and amazement the first time I saw the clouds move. I was five years old. I learned to slow down, be still, and look more closely. Taking that time today, I see and hear things that seem to come out of nowhere. Just last week I found a tiny, perfectly preserved frog skeleton beneath the seat of my car. It fits on a penny with room to spare. What are the odds?
Nature never creates the same thing twice and I want to capture the singularity of a moment. I delight in visual surprises, like the little tutu of spikes circling below a spent bloom. I seek to name an object by its details. As Mary Oliver said, “…I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy and as singular…. and each body a lion of courage and something precious to the earth.”
Whether painting, drawing or walking with my camera, my love of shape and color slow down my busy mind and bring me to my senses.