The Wood and Water collection was created at the tail end of winter, as I wandered through crunchy fields trying to find something — anything — pretty to look at. I wanted to bring life and beauty to the seasons with no color, those that come in between the dead silence of being snowed in and the first sight of blossoms. Shapes and patterns, dark and light, ebb and flow.
What do I see here in Late Winter? A late snowstorm, fractured ice, dead leaves, crusts of snowbanks with fencelines poking through.
Early Spring brings a brighter day. Drips of water, puddles forming, modest bits of color poking through the paleness. Popple trees sporting bright leaves brought on by rain and rainbows.
During these merging seasons the wood and the water remain; strong, structured, swirls of movement and standing tall.