More often she has simply been drawn to an object and then she begins to see through the object to the worlds behind it. It hit me immediately that the word described my work. And although I wasn't sure what I believed, I knew there was an order beyond my knowing. Paradoxically, it also means alongside. Many of these contain mirrors.
Paintings can be mirrors.
I find that it is a voice I hear with my eyes, or more accurately, one that I see with my ears. That was so frustrating that I took the newly stretched canvas that wouldn't speak to me and slashed it. Then I decided to paint that, sitting on my easel as you see it. From there grew the painting with the skylights as they were then and the staghorn ferns I've had for so long, presiding over my boxed condition. Now, when I look at the image I can fall in love with painting again.