"Newlands" series are my response to living in New England and loving it with a rapid pulse and full heart.
Through watercolor, I explore wet lands, rivers, mudflats, marshes and most importantly — the Mother Ocean.
Here, I am documenting both, the sea, land and watercolor itself.⠀
All this while writing nonsense like "in the mids of cataract—a virgin sight". That's about a dark cloud, you know. I 'm not even sure if it makes any sense in English.
But, daily, either in pictures or watercolors, I see a shape worth aknowledging. The curve of the ocean, lace of the wave, sun that winks. And I get blined, like a happy dog looking at rays on a cold New England afternoon.
There are never any man-made objects in my art. It was an intuitive choice and became intentional. No boats, no street lights, no face.⠀
What I'm after is the solitude of Nature.
Nature like a big archaic archetypal Ancestor.⠀
Like an ever-present Absolute Great Mother.⠀
Wide, quiet and heavy with importance and potency.
And while painting, I write nonsense poems.
"I hope that heaven is
Sumer in Maine
And angel wings are waves
Swooshing my sins