MYTH, MEMORY, AND VIOLETS

Meadow. Woods. Rippling brook.

Sound. Shore. Tideline.

I am firmly grounded in the New England landscape I have known since childhood. Growing up as an introvert in a family of extroverts, my refuge was a field of hay and wildflowers just beyond my backyard – a place to read, write, and daydream as I navigated my circle of family and friends. The wildness of the nearby meadows, woods, and brook were a welcome counterpart to the sameness and repetition of my post-WWII suburban neighborhood.

My current work examines myth and memory, combining my images of that closely observed natural world with personal and vintage photos and treasures. This
re-imagining explores fragments of time, using a visual vocabulary drawn from field and forest, skies and shore.

Jingles. Bubbles. Fireflies.

Mythic magic above our heads, and below our feet.

And always, always, violets.