This summer I took a trip to the desert. Here's a snippet of my journaling and subsequent paintings:
"I wonder about the jarring contrast between the "empty" desert and my familiar Sierra Nevada, and the constant seduction of my soul to certain geographies. How our perceptions are our only internal map of the earth and how certain places feel like home, not by account or story, but merely by their forms, their shadows and colors. Visible light and wavelengths of color - how you can fall in love with shapes, how you can fall in love with light. Turquoise; the color of yearning, the color that holds the renewal and growth of green and borrows the serenity and calm of blue."
"Every boy and girl who treats nature as a therapist, everyone connected to its' spirit must be prepared to defend it. Otherwise we have not earned it. When we stumble in from the glistening stream and the starry night, we must argue on their behalf and begin to wean ourselves from our addictions to corporate blubber and bullying. We must pressure politicians to act in favor of things that matter, like air to breathe, water to drink and places to wander. And in my naïveté, I still believe that simply looking, feeling, touching; using all of our senses to respond to this place, we would love it, save it, care for it, and ultimately behave ourselves in it. But for now, first things first - breath."
"The light filters through my cortex and plays an important part in my consciousness. The light, with its wavelengths of color, senses yellow and passes through green to reach blue. Blue pulls me towards it,
and it is there that I am stuck."