I have a broad yet simple desire in my paintings: to create something beautiful.
It’s not that I want to ignore the ugliness of life, far from it, but I want to create environments that are places of relief, of release, of healing and tenderness. My intention is for my pieces to aid in transforming a house into a home, a board room into a table of open discussion, a facility into a space for community.
Why flowers? I have asked myself the question many times over the past number of years. Maybe it’s because I find them infinitely beautiful: startling in their colour and tenacity and extravagance. A green shoot pushing up through the ground in spring, a seed head holding on by the roadside, or a brazen splash of pink peeking out around the green: these are gifts offered to a deep part within me. A part that sometimes I don’t even notice is needy until the gift is received.