Painting landscape begins as an internal process. As in abstraction, forms transmit a mysterious secret life, exert a presence.
The drama of rock and fog, the immensity of a mountain, these shapes speak for my own interior landscape, the landscape of emotion.
Our memory of a place is altered by what was felt. There are mysteries behind the surface of what we take for reality, and there are moments when we catch a glimpse of them.
It is the role and privilege of the painter to illuminate these forces.