Get a bunch of old rusty stuff.
Do weird things to it.
Make a big mess.
Agonize endlessly over possible changes.
Drive husband crazy.
Out pops art.
Mess remains.



But seriously ...
 

For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to color and texture – wanting to produce beauty, but not beauty in the conventional sense. I desire to bring out the beauty that dwells in the imperfect, the unrefined and the discarded; a beauty that quickens the soul and breath and makes you not want to look away but deeper …

Encaustic from the Greek enkaustikos means to heat or to burn. Beeswax, pigment and heat are its source elements and together I find them endlessly fascinating and artistically fulfilling.

Beeswax is melted, color is added/blended, and applied with brushes sometimes thickly, sometimes thinly, each layer going from liquid to solid in a matter of seconds. Each layer is then fused with a heat gun. Layers are scraped (archaeological / excavation / mystery – going deeper and deeper) and applied, sometimes as many as a dozen times. It’s a laborious process with images arriving by intention – and by accident.