Portfolio > After the Ice Storm

These paintings are of what appeared under the blue skies the morning after an ice storm, a review of the devastation to be dealt with once the event was passed.
The sight of fallen trees, branches and brush make for disturbing memories: seeing what had been vertically alive lie mangled and dropped. The few hours of storm, the crack and crash in the night of the active havoc echoed from miles around, destroying decades of growth.
There is something outrageous in the sparkle of ice dripping prismatic to innocence with the next morning’s snow melt and asking to be recorded. So I left their beauty to look for it in the rhythms of the fallen.