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I paint much like I drive my 1972 red MGB forty-miles out of my way to an apple farm with the top down on a crisp Fall day – knowing intuitively just when to shift gears as the shadows of tree limbs race across my sunglasses and I reach for the balance between properly maneuvering the tight curves and skidding uncontrollably off into the brush. It is from these moments cemented in memory that I pull from, creating diverse patterns and pathways found in the surrounding landscape, rooted in a mix of thick loam and limestone that I attempt to emulate using thick textured paint and a variety of odd garden tools and palette knives. Recently I have been journaling and writing poems about birds – how they communicate, each to a specific cadence, their relationships with the trees and brush that canopy their days - all as studied from my studio window. In the stillness I listen to the language, the language of birds as the wind kicks up and the trees begin to stir.