DUNE GRASS, acrylic on canvas, 18×24
SOMETIMES a series of paintings with similar themes emerge without design or provocation.
I have long been drawn to the dense flora and fauna populating field and meadow, the myriad lives existing on the periphery of sound and sight. Wherever I am, in whatever season, the grasses brim with drama and purpose, providing sustenance and shelter to a host of “b’s” — birds, bugs, bees, butterflies, bacteria — largely hidden, yet on whom my own welfare depends.
The grasses are alive with movement: lush, impenetrable, tethered to the earth but undulating in the softest breeze, arcing from flower to seed at every angle.
I never set out to make a study of grasses. Yet these three recent paintings all depict some aspect of this rich and diverse landscape.