My inspirations are endless and fleeting as they change with the sun, the fog, the tide and the passing clouds. I want each tendril of fog to float, each blade of grass to rustle in the wind, after the last brush stroke. In life and in painting I find meaning enhanced by the nuances and details. Each subtle shift of color reveals something more about that scene. My choice of details discloses as much about me as the subject. In painting the landscape I feel geological history unfurled: in the shape of the landmasses with the remains as gentle valleys or as sand on the beach, lapped by the waves and veiled by the mist. The wind passing over a meadow, the fog stretching over a hill and the endless ocean waves are a reminder of the passing of time. Each on their own schedule. I think about all these things when I decide which view to paint. Whether plein air or in my studio, it grounds me as I let the scene talk to me and tell me about itself. And then I paint.