Something seems to have taken over my psyche, making me feel as though a painting that doesn't carry significant meaning is lacking in some fundamental way. I used to paint to create a thing of beauty--my own version of nature's work; now, some of my least "beautiful" pieces have become my favorites.
Every day we read online, or hear on the news, or see on television, reports of increasing earth temperatures, melting glaciers, rising sea levels, and shrinking habitats. How can we ignore what is so in our faces? Imagine being a young child living on an island that is getting steadily smaller...there has got to be an underlying fear of the future within the heart of everyone who lives there. The only home they have ever known will be no more.
It is my dream to one day soon have a big show of eco-artists' work to illustrate the plight of this child and so many others, as well as the diminution of the habitats of so many of the world's animals. Watch.