Sometime in 2021 my work with lichen slowed. The pandemic had originally spurred it on, as I walked on every street and path in my area. It was everywhere, and I needed to see beauty. It was beauty and I needed to paint it. And then a shift occurred.

I was in that space where “waiting” was all I could do. - When time that seems like a desert, but you suspect something is brewing. It was. Turned out I needed people. People on my wave length in some new way. I joined the Yellow Chair Salon, complete with a mentor and supportive serious artists. Just what I needed!

I had been focussed on nature around me since 2009. I was ready to try something new, preferably “scary” or a stretch for me. I needed to grow. I decided to paint my aging skin. Here are a few of the first bunch. Some cross the boundary - human skin, the skin (bark) of trees, the skin (aerial view) of earth. Almost reminds me of my latex “skins” from the late 80’s, embedded with bone, sand, and yarns, sometimes morphing into landscapes. Amazing.