Island
We may spend a lifetime in search of that elusive region where our heart and soul feel most at home. I call this a “Sense of Place”. I am fortunate, in that I discovered my Sense of Place in early adulthood. Indeed, I discovered two places: the mountains and canyons of northern Arizona, and the deserted beaches of a
tiny tropical island. For many years now, I have divided my time between the two. Both places have shaped who I am and have brought to me the feelings of peace and solitude so vital in nourishing my artistic spirit.
These photographs are a celebration of my one Sense of Place, the island. Bathed in muted pastels, a tiny sanctuary delicately balanced in the vastness of an enormous turquoise sea. My home, my haven. Island.
We may spend a lifetime in search of that elusive region where our heart and soul feel most at home. I call this a “Sense of Place”. I am fortunate, in that I discovered my Sense of Place in early adulthood. Indeed, I discovered two places: the mountains and canyons of northern Arizona, and the deserted beaches of a
tiny tropical island. For many years now, I have divided my time between the two. Both places have shaped who I am and have brought to me the feelings of peace and solitude so vital in nourishing my artistic spirit.
These photographs are a celebration of my one Sense of Place, the island. Bathed in muted pastels, a tiny sanctuary delicately balanced in the vastness of an enormous turquoise sea. My home, my haven. Island.
