Transference: Eight Months of Daily Skies    2012-2013  oil on canvas, graphite, clips, pins  In a letter to his brothers, written on December 22, 1817, John Keats explained a theory he termed Negative Capability: “I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”. Keats was speaking about the artist when he spoke of Negative Capability-the artists ability to let go of the self and be completely absorbed by his inspiration, by his subject, by beauty. As he put it, “Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration”. If we can possess negative capability, if we can be open enough to the world around us, beauty can take over and we can experience momentarily the transcendent.   I am working to possess negative capability through the act of painting the sky every day. I take the time to look upward and see, stepping away from aimless movement through my life. I carefully watch the heavens; watch the subtle movements of light and cloud outside of my studio. I see where the light that can illuminate so much beauty for me originates. By creating a structure for myself, a daily ritual of seeing, I have begun to push away the fog that can cloud my vision.    
 Procession part 1  Site-specific installation composed of hundreds of silver gelatin prints inserted into the medieval walls of Toffia, Italy, June 2015.  pro•ces•sion  n.    1. the act of moving along or proceeding in orderly succession or in a formal and ceremonious manner.  2. a line or body of persons, vehicles, etc., moving along in such a manner.  3. the act of coming forth from a source.  Our dreams come forth from us like invisible cords and spread into the spaces we inhabit and the landscape that surrounds us.  We follow these lines of our dreaming as we move forward, through space and through time.  In this work I follow the lines of my own dreaming spread throughout Toffia, how these threads have woven into the spaces of the city, and settled next to others’ dreamings.  Small silver gelatin prints, the physical remnants of my own dreams, were spilled out and settled into the structures of the city as offerings, additions, to what the spaces already contained. 
 (and let my darkness become trees)
 altar(ity) in the woods   (it's just a nod to)