On one level, the painting is an exploration of how paint moves and blends on a smooth wood panel. At the same time, it's a portrait of the most naturally confident child I have met. Painted at a time when the spiritual core in life seemed to be missing. I was thinking of newborn kittens, blindly searching for the teat. This triptych came out of my occasionally insistent visions of where we are heading as a planet.
Basic resources become scarce.
But more and more have-nots are watching. Two years ago I'd been working on a short story about a woman whose world was beginning to disintegrate. To help visualize her mental dilemma I doodled a diagram of her physical space, the inside and the outside of the house she lived in. The doodle grew into this painting exploring the relationship between chaos and order. We are all Hansels and Gretels, and the trail of bread crumbs has vanished with our forests.