In this space the past, the present, and a future are condensed. Images touch us at the deepest place of existence and remake the world again and again. My inquiry and curiosity manifested in living with these stones, having formed some kind of fondness and attachment to them. I admire their presence on this Earth...they are strong, lasting-longer than I, reliable, and un-fleeting. These stones are signals, mirrors, and injunctions. They present me with the ability to reference time as a sort of space between thought and moment. Playing a kind of child-like game ducking in-and-out of imagination, opening my minds’ eye to recall memories while I paint. They keep me company. They gently beckon to me and remind me of my relationship with grief and with time that allows me to reclaim the connections to those that are no longer on this Earth standing with me. But rather, are themselves now part of the same Earth.

During my relocation from New Hampshire to California, I felt myself feeling incredibly ungrounded from the familiar. From the Granite State to the Golden State. So, I faced forward and found myself becoming the familiar, like never before, while thousands of miles away from home. I slowly permitted the past to seep into my present and gave way to where it lead me. From here I became focused on “involuntary memory,” rendering those recalled images timeless and essential. The past suddenly transforms into the miraculous present.

You may ask, “why stones?” I don’t have an answer for you, really. What else?