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The West
I have loved the West, particularly the Rockies, since I was a child; my family spent many summers camping, in all manner of conveyances, in many of its national forests. We fished and hiked and I regularly got lost, to my mother's dismay, in flowered meadows and stately groves of aspen. The light, from New Mexico to Montana, is strong and truthful; colors sing. A part of my painter's heart lives in these mountains.
The Pacific Coast has a powerful call for me as well. The rocky coastline, the marine life, the fog and the dense forests all speak to the wandering soul in me.
Paintings of the west tend to have one thing in common: clear and direct light. In looking over my art from the west, the quality of that clear light is tangible.
