We are always looking at horizons. Every time we gaze out of a window, or look down a road, our eye fastens, on a place where land and sky meet – the horizon.

            Often our view is obstructed. Telephone wires, buildings, signs along the road, rise up and interfere, but the horizon continues. If we move away from the city, if we walk in the woods, at some point, we reach an opening, a place, where we look out, and the land meets the sky, at the horizon.

            For me this is a restful place. It speaks of calm. And yet, at dusk, when the sky is colored with light, and the wind kicks up a breeze… the clouds shift, the trees turn, the light bends, the landscape, for an instant, is alive and moving. This horizontal band becomes universal and speaks loudly of the power of nature and the forces behind it.

            This is what my paintings are about. The force of nature. Its beauty. Its power. And, its undying ability to change, to provide a new view, over and over, again.