Through dreams, visions, words and pictures a pattern begins to emerge in my mind. I begin a dialogue with color, form, collage and paint that works itself out on paper. Embracing the image of a bird that exists only in a painting and is no longer a living, breathing part of the world. Symbolic writing, a forgotten language flows through a sea of color like an underground stream. In my bones, beneath my skin I carry the knowledge that as living matter I exchange energy with all other forms of life. In working with these images I open the door of my mind and body to the possibility of change. Finding that if I sink my roots into the earth on which I stand...and listen, hope is in my hand and my hand has the choice everyday to reach for a change of heart in the small details.