Light Bulb 13, 2024
I was raised on a farm in Upstate New York and spent much of my childhood outdoors, close to the natural world.
I have stirring memories of the constantly shifting sensations of light, space and color that surrounded me during those years. Everyday was different. There were the crisp, bright greens of new spring snowdrops pushing up through the last of the late winter snow. There were the bright, hot summer days of clear blue skies and yellow sun and the deep blue night sky bursting with flashes of lightning. Autumn was filled with rich, rusty oranges and browns, sometimes deep salmon colors, sometimes yellow and red. Cold, dim winter afternoons had their own luxurious heavy greys. Midnight to high noon, dusk to dawn, spring, summer, fall, winter, and spring again......no two days were ever the same.