In the last ten years I began traveling regularly to the Southwest corner of Utah. There in the high desert, the earth is sculpted by wind and rain, each evolutionary layer visible. The bones of the earth are laid bare in the vivid colors of the rock walls. Memories linger in the ancient ruins. Petroglyphs spark the imagination. My awareness of birth, death, purpose, meaning, all become more acute. Here so close to the earth, in the deep quiet of the canyons I remember to ask the question. “What is my place in the world”? When my mind grows quiet, I find myself listening to the primal voice of the natural world. My inner world connects to the external reality of what I have seen. Layer upon layer I begin to build a painting. Color and form emerge from the shadows. Ghost images remain beneath the transparency of each layer. In my studio I search for a visual language that connects to emotion and feeling. The voice I try to bring to a painting is about how the land intersects with my being, creating well worn paths, becoming a part of me.