Anderson Gallery

“I remember the first time I felt beauty in the tremendous power of Mother Earth. I was sitting in an alder tree looking out toward the Eel River, although I couldn’t see it, there was too much mist and cloud, and the wind was fierce. As I clung to my wind-whipped perch, all I could see and feel was the squall sweeping upriver off the ocean, hitting me square in the face, and at that moment, I was held in the breath of her mouth, stunned by the beauty and sacred power of the experience. I was about seven years old then, and that moment has been the guiding force through my work as an artist.