On Tuesdays

Over the years my husband, son and I have had the opportunity to travel. It always feels good to be home. As we drive into the Oklahoma panhandle, we always breath a sigh of relief knowing we are getting close to home. My foot lightens on the accelerator as my attention goes to the horizon; my eyes relax as I view all of the vast space that is mostly void in all directions. Grassland, ranch country, makes me happy to look upon it. Down deep I am a ranch lady, and it does my heart good to know this vast space is my home. Space to me is as enveloping, as well as comforting, as my mother’s loving arms. I embrace it with my eyes, because that is the only way your mind can take it all in. I have found fulfillment here painting the things I love. I am native.
I have been told that my paintings reflect space This is due to the fact that your eye goes in and out as my art is viewed. It has depth. I give all credit to knowing how that looks and feels to my surroundings. Surroundings that God so graciously has given me.