New Waves

For years my sketchbook reflected a different artist than the one I displayed in finished work—more playful, more experimental. My previous impressionistic paintings, made on-site or from sketches, couldn't capture that voice. These new works embrace that change.

Working from memory rather than direct observation, I've drawn on places I've been and landscapes I've experienced—some recent, some distant. Memory isn't static. It's not a photograph in your mind. It's living, moving, layered. There are aspects we can't picture: the smell of grass, the cool morning air, the emotions a place evokes.

As I painted, undulating waves of color and value emerged. These weren't planned—they appeared as I tried to hold onto shifting views. Memories feel fleeting, inaccurate, fuzzy, in constant flux. I began seeing these waves as the visual expression of memory itself: congealing, dissolving, reforming.

The wave patterns aren't decorative. They're how memory moves—pulling, distorting, organizing what we recall. They became a perceptual system, a way of understanding how we experience place when we're no longer standing in it. The waves organize how I see and remember. They're both where I've been and where I'm going—new waves for a new direction.