Plein Air
Plein air is where I practice paying attention. These paintings are made outside, in real time, with wind pushing at the canvas, bugs in the paint, and the light changing faster than I can mix color. They’re less about a perfect view and more about being present in a place for as long as it takes the sun to move.
Out in the fields, along rivers, on gravel roads, I work quickly—laying down marks before the moment slips away. The shapes may bend and shift, but each piece holds the temperature of the air, the weight of the sky, and whatever I was carrying with me that day.
These paintings are small anchors to specific hours in the landscape. For anyone who has ever pulled over just to watch a storm roll in or a horizon burn down into evening, this is the part of my work that lives out there with you.
Out in the fields, along rivers, on gravel roads, I work quickly—laying down marks before the moment slips away. The shapes may bend and shift, but each piece holds the temperature of the air, the weight of the sky, and whatever I was carrying with me that day.
These paintings are small anchors to specific hours in the landscape. For anyone who has ever pulled over just to watch a storm roll in or a horizon burn down into evening, this is the part of my work that lives out there with you.