In the deserts of California, we have a phenomenon called a superbloom, where, after a few years of dryness and little growth, the conditions align that allow seeds that have lain dormant to germinate and blossom in an explosion of color and life.
Like the California deserts, I experienced a Super Bloom in my creative life.
For 2 years I didn’t paint due to an illness. After a surgery and treatment, I felt a little lost and in the dark creatively. I went back to my roots as an oil painter and merged my love of traditional oil painting with the experimental mixed media I had grown to love.
At this time, I had also left my cabin in the woods where I had lived alone for nearly 20 years, and moved to a small coastal town. My daily walks in the forest were replaced with strolls past gardens and flowers and they began to infuse my work.
Their inward dreamy expressions, of getting lost and swept away by the blooms, reflect my immersion in my creative practice, of the joy of getting lost in that flow state, where the paint and color and stories are swirling into a stream of being