Artists Statement:

An art teacher once told me I was color-dumb. I could draw, but I couldn't paint. I came to understand color through my decades of woodblock practice. My printmaking teaches me about painting.

In both, I painstakingly tune each color. I carefully sculpt every shape, every transition, every blade of grass. In both, my last steps are always subtle: washes and glazes, whispers of change.

I revel in the soft edges oil paint allows, an effect the carved wooden block can only approximate. The bed of my old letterpress is small; I delight in the open-ended scale of canvas. Yet my desire for the printed or the painted image is the same: to evoke the reverence I feel for a particular place, moment, light.

My brush and my knife, such different tools, are held by the same hand.