Nature … how can it shape the soul of an artist? I might know, as my childhood days were spent mostly outdoors: picking wildflowers in the meadows by the old River Rhine, making beds for my dolls with tender moss from the forest floor, watching my mother’s nimble fingers weave flower wreaths to adorn our hair …
Those early years are now fond memories, but they have opened my receptors to the beauty of nature and they formed me into the woman and artist I am today.
Like the flaming palette of hues that belong to the rising sun, art and life are deeply connected. I feel drawn to many areas of creative exploration, moving freely from figurative art, to still life and beyond. Yet I also watch the ugly face of global warming staring into my window. I am moved to join the growing circle of those who feel the stir to walk with nature and care for our wounded planet.
My home is my nest, with its tangled branches reaching out to seek creative vision and authentic living. A bird sings because it has a song, I create because of the surge from within.