Staring out of the backseat window of my parents' Buick as a kid, I was fascinated with the landscape that whirled by. As an adult, I realize this is how we see the great American landscape: framed by the car window. Old barns, simple clapboard churches and warping dogtrot houses – ghosts of another place and time – will continue to fade as we build bigger and better spaces. Yet, the simplistic architecture becomes almost modern, their abstract forms dotting fields and farmland. 

I snap pictures as we go flying by these places, and their blurred, imperfect images become inspiration for my canvases. I work in acrylic, often using plaster and scraps of paper for layers of texture, and most recently encaustic. For some, these works look primitive and for others it is almost abstract and modern. For me, I just hope it is something the viewer can connect with in some way.