It sometimes happens in life that events compel us to face the fact that we, none of us, have as much control over our own lives as we like to think we do. I see this too in the landscape when I paint it. We have our hands on the land.
We attempt to harness its power, to use it, to change the face of it. Forgetting all the while that it is our host, and we may someday wear out our welcome. My current work reflects manís constant, often futile struggle to control his life and the natural world.
All the arts lose virtue against the essential reality of creatures going about their business among the equally earnest elements of nature. ó Robinson Jeffers