Art and travel have defined my life since, when in my early twenties, I spent a year studying in Germany. Hitchhiking through Europe with a sketchpad and a set of watercolors, I found myself able to use the language of art to connect with people. My year long overland trip to India, via Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Nepal, is better documented in my sketchbooks than in any photos I might have taken. In Barcelona I fell in love with the work of Antonio Gaudi and began making mosaics. In Vienna, it was Friedrich Hundertwasser whose environmental art inspired me to work with found objects. It was the Caribbean, however, that made me the painter I am today.
Sitting on a hilltop in Jamaica, or overlooking the beach in Honduras, I connect with the same spirit world I know from the woods of my home in the foothills of the Berkshires, inspiration reveals itself in a swaying palm tree, a leaping lizard, or a twinkle in the eyes of an old man. The real world can also be a very magical place. At the moment, I divide my time painting under the palms on Roatan, Honduras, and in Portland, Jamaica. I never cease to wonder at the beauty that surrounds me, and I am delighted when I capture a whisper of its fleeting magic with my paintbrush.