I suppose I am not very sophisticated in my approach to art; indeed I feel awfully simple when I peruse the latest trends out of the cities, especially some of the installations. For one thing, though I might admire the art, I can't understand the artspeak. I wonder, am I missing something? Doubtless I am. Mainly, I suppose, an education. But then I still want to paint, so I do, and then I forget about competition, trends, envy, success, failure, and everything I don't know, and am swallowed up in what I do know. I hate to think that my process is boondocked, dogged, perfectionist, maybe even slightly narcissistic, but I must trust it's leading me somewhere. I know this much: when I'm not seeing clearly in my life, there's mud on the canvas, and vice versa. And being a 3rd generation Kootenay girl ( for here, in white folks terms, that's long), I guess it's only natural that my subjects are what they are, and that they speak for themselves, and I could only add, perhaps, " O glory, beauty, freedom, grace, power, eloquence, O Nature, I am your disciple."
I've been drawing I could hold a pencil, and painting since I was nine or ten, when I found my dad's old paints and palette in the basement. I'm self taught, though I credit my dad with passing on the artistic gene, and my grandmother with teaching me how to draw horses.
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