Working with encaustic medium is alchemic– a meditation amid liquid, pigment, image, & flame. Fire makes fluid where wax & damar solids once were & can hold an image for centuries. Like Egyptians who honored their dead with encaustic portraits buried beside them. 

What would they think of our digital civilization, our instant gratification economy and warp-speed vibration? I find it frenetic, difficult to keep up with –  the reason I moved to these islands years ago. For now, I thought.  

But the ocean hooked me with its underwater world, a portal of transformation, a place of amazement and wonder, refuge and renewal. In it, I connect to something much larger than myself and the human narrative. It’s primordial, mysterious, and maternal. 

Like any good mother, she has wisdom to share. Listen, she says. Your ways must change. I hear her and know nature will find a way even if we as a species lose ours. 

My art reflects this impermanence in technique and process: patina, rust, cracks, imperfect images, & biomaterials transformed from its former glory.

It also slows time and creates space for me to honor the natural world– with a hope to evoke in others their own sense of connection to the sea,  to foster in them their own great and deep love and curiosity for its ecology so that they will remember their place in the order of things.