The title of this painting series comes from a poem by Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things". The "wild things" are those things not made by humans. The symmetry of an ivy leaf, the perfection of a lily; all are things that come without the effort of man's hand. These years, I mark the passing of time by engaging in the seasons. Each season is a ritual full of rawness, power and beauty. Most of my paintings are made -or at least begun- outside in my suburban backyard where I can experience the full effects of God's creation.
My images are a direct response to what is going on outside. I take in the plants, the trees, the air, the sounds, and all the elements of each season. It is an emotional response that attempts more than a description of a place or a flower. I create a visceral experience through mark making and gestural paint application.
Recently, the paintings have become frenetic and I have resolved to let them have their way.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
- Wendell Berry