Venice Suite Collages

Trees grow where there is no active cultivation throughout much of the world not taken by desert. Somewhere in the interstices--groomed planear shapes between the boundaries set by nature--humanity works preparing fields, foundations, ramparts, pylons and walls. What appears to have been, or will be, our movements with and on the land is the subject of my landscapes. Though represented as uninhabited these enigmatic sites, sometimes even the simplest of man's marks into the soil, once were places of ceremony or refuge. These ubiquitous sites live for me with the vibrations of voices stirred in the quiet by light across the tilt and jag of the land.

The floor of nature and the platforms we lay upon it are our indices of space. As we walk the earth's surface that is heavily punctuated by man's structures, we orient ourselves to the scale of our environment. It is the surprises, the coupling of the architectonic with the organic, that fight mundane spatial experiences. These forces are my challenge as I discover natural 3-dimensional stages in the land, self-contained as concepts, abandoned theaters to nourish me. I enter them as the actor might, having stood backstage in the dark, now upon the lit platform to confront animated volumes. Hopefully, I've found at least one odd turn in the script, before I enter, that marks each play with a different soul.click on image to enlarge