Cold wax medium, oil paint, graphite. 2020
Adding an additional layer of angst and grief to the pandemic, the devastating fires in Colorado have broken the heart of this native who has spent so much life time in many of the areas that have been charred to ash. I wasn't aware at the time I was making this piece, but a few days after finishing it, an abstract corona (crown) of flames rising from the smoke-obscured horizon smacked me in the face. Sometimes, when you're least aware, the perfect metaphor comes into view.
I have a home studio, so even in the early days of the pandemic I was able to work. I was definitely anxious at the onset and upset by a lack of solid information and consistent public response but instead of melting down with fear, I found myself very motivated to dive into work and appreciated more than ever before having a home studio. The unfortunate and difficult downside has been a drastic reduction to gallery, exhibit, and museum visits; eliminating most travel; and not being able to hang out with art buddies and teachers. I deeply miss the interaction and inspiration from being with others on a regular basis, but I know that this is how it needs to be until we have a much better grip on the virus.