Through my investigation into the concept and process of handwriting I became intrigued with the ability to communicate beyond the message encoded in the text. Handwriting is a visual language emanating from our thoughts and emotions, a remnant of a process. Each line, each stroke, is distinguished by the materials, the mood, the day, the rhythm, the breath...a visual language within a language, a cross between a fingerprint and an EKG, telling not only who we are but also how we are in that moment of time. My intrigue lies not only with line and space but heartbeat and breath...and resonance, that energetic quality, that vibration that seems so illusive.

My mark making began as an abstraction of handwriting, intuitive movements with particular attention to the rhythm and mood referencing response to my environment, visually, auditorily and emotionally. As I developed a new body of work I felt myself drawn to nature, whether it was a bike ride through the forest, meditative walks on the beach or hours spent in a winter cornfield now given way to suburban sprawl. It’s what I see on these walks or bike rides...the time that I spend not necessarily seeking or looking but simply being...and then seeing...the lines, the stories, the visual language. Surface gives way to language. The rolling cornfields blanketed with snow suddenly appear as text; calligraphic lines on the beach created by the lapping of the waves emerge as musical scores; and the smooth sand along the shoreline tufted by tiny stones create lines of remembrance. I see before me that meaning...language embodied in the “mark”.