As an introspective child, I always
wondered what it was like to be someone else, especially someone who was
outwardly so different than I. I pondered all the characteristics that
comprised the person I knew as "me" and the seemingly random
choice of circumstances that made up my world. During the years of marriage
and child-rearing, that curiosity waned in the midst of a busy life; yet it
was never far from the surface of my consciousness.
I didn’t begin my study of painting
in the conventional way, building one skill upon another in preparation for
the most challenging of subjects--the human figure. Instead, I was drawn to
portraiture from the beginning, an interest that eventually grew into a
passion. A portrait is not simply a surface rendering; it is a sacred map
for a journey of discovery. I feel a human connection with the people I
paint, and while I may never see them again, I have become a part of them
and they have become a part of me.
The more I learn about those who are
so different from me, the more I discover my own identity. These indigenous
peoples have blessed me with life-altering images that I wish to share with
others. The people I have painted are real; their portraits are not
reflections or ghosts from the past or whimsical depictions of life on other
continents. Each portrait bears witness to the diversity of our world’s
ethnic groups and, unfortunately, to their precarious existence.
Surrounded as I often am with the
gloss and glitter of our material society, I have learned to appreciate my
life more deeply from those who respect their fellow human beings, their
Mother Earth, and their gods. Most importantly, I have learned that their
lives are worthy of and, indeed, demand this artist’s brush. My hope is
that as you look into each subject’s face, you will see a reflection of
your own.