Artist Statement
As I walk through the endless fields of tall reeds, cat tails and grasses, all so particular to our East Coast, I seem to hear faint songs of the past, melodies evoquing an immensely deep history of this soil, witness of so many lives……
The tall grasses, as they sway in the wind are the ones which also remind us of the endless waves in the ocean, the movements of the sails appearing and disappearing, sliding through the waves. Again they hold on to the mysteries of so many memories passing through or drowned in the depth of the sea.
Walking on this rich soil, meandering through the high grasses, I come upon birch trees. And then I remember how extraordinary an event it was for me when, long ago, visiting the North of Russia, near to what was then called Leningrad, I entered a birch tree forest, and for the first time ever felt a visceral belonging to these trees, as if my whole ancestry was linked to them.
This ancient memory stays with me, and that’s why I love the birches on our coast up north so very much.
Here they appear within the grasses, like a welcoming tree of ever growing memories.
