A bike ride a friend and I took along a deserted
logging road at dusk where we witnessed a commotion
between a couple of giant ravens planted the seeds in my
mind for this newest series of paintings. An
imaginary walk through the forest at night, propelled
along a mystical path by music and poetry. Words from
the journals of Emily Carr as well as a verse from
a well known Robert Frost poem inspired these eight
images.
The
woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to
keep. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go
before I sleep.
Robert Frost
(age)
