I am always wondering what it means to make art at a time when it seems we humans are not up to maintaining the health of our beautiful planet and its creatures. How can I just sit around and make pictures? As usual, I find myself asking a question I cannot answer. Yet. What I do know is that for me, making art is like being a therapist (my profession for almost fifty years), and is like living life. Everything has a way of falling apart and then gathering together, making form out of the unformulated, continually layering and digging beneath the layers. The complexities of abstraction, color, line, and texture are the tools I employ in my passionate reach for exploration of the not yet imagined.