“The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange; not so much to make wonders facts as to make facts wonders.”
Growing up in the very wet, very green Pacific Northwest, I felt like the world, including the world inside of me, was defined by water. Once I grew up, I learned that my ‘rain on the inside’ is also known as “having a melancholy personality” or “suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder” or “being a real bummer to be around.” Nonetheless, I love water. I love it most when it is spread out before me (vs. falling down upon me) in the form of a vast, wide-open view of blues and greens, and as such, it is often a catalyst for my art-making.
acrylic on linen
55” x 55”