There are things that have been constant in my life: water, shorelines, woods and train tracks. Raised between the water and the woods, the sound of the Metro North commuter train barreling northward was the only suggestion of a world on the move during my childhood. These days and many years later, I live and work by the Salmon Falls River and woods of South Berwick, Maine. The spring woods are full of skunk cabbage and vernal pools and the sound of the 4 am freight train still wakes me up on occasion. I paint to hold on to the ephemeral moments like these and to explore the changing landscape of the world and its forms. I paint to realize how the world and my visceral experience in it, correlate with the world of my thoughts and interpretations. What I choose to paint: the stark backyard neighborhoods in a winter that never seems to end, uprooted trees, or meandering rivers, has a litany of personal meanings and suggested metaphors. Through painting, I explore that space where perception and interpretation meet, and where the act of putting brush to canvas is an offering of these questions.