Decades ago, when I first started painting, I spent my time in the studio in silence, focusing on creating an image through layers of color.  I later realized that this process was a form of meditation. As my life progressed, I took a long hiatus from painting to fully immerse myself in practicing and teaching yoga. Yet, my daily meditation practice continued what I had started in the painting studio. Meditation reveals impressions in my awareness, recalling interactions between the outside world and my inner universe. These impressions offer echoes of what I have deemed important enough to invest my energy, time, and attention in. I believe each of us constantly uses impressions to create and recreate our personal stories and ways of making sense of ourselves and the world.

For me, painting is a way to transform those elusive and fleeting impressions—memories, beliefs, opinions, and emotions—into tangible objects in the world. A friend's kindness rekindled my love for painting through encaustic. With encaustic, we use heat and fire to create images with a beeswax medium and color. The process feels alchemical, as the colors and medium are heated, melted, and fused into layers with a wide range of textures, from smooth to granular, and with the ability to create a variety of opacities that conceal or reveal the layers beneath. The fluidity of the melted colors and the volatility resulting from the application of heat and fire make encaustic paint ideal for capturing a moment in time, like a dance between intention and unpredictability.

My intention is to create images that serve as windows through which the inner and outer worlds interact and as mirrors that offer each viewer a moment to contemplate and explore their own perceptions, perspectives, and interpretations. Some titles suggest one of many possible interpretations. I use the small format to invite intimacy between the viewer and the image, facilitating an exploration of the subtleties in each painting's surface. Each painting is complete in itself, but I also envision them as small tiles in an ever-expanding mosaic: a wall of windows that opens into many dimensions.