Hidden Life in the Snow
Mixed media on birch panel
Life and death are always there, hidden or obvious.
I have always been a collector of found objects, natural and man-made; I find preciousness in things that are left over. I am fascinated by what came before me—a fingerprint in four thousand year old pottery is as beguiling as a snail shell. Small tokens left by living creatures show me of beauty of life in the remains of death. Nature continues to captivate me with graceful curves of a skull, or the fractal patterns of a pinecone. They are not only tokens of a life gone; there is promise of renewal in a shed antler or a maple seed.
Life is as precarious and ephemeral as a balance of rocks.