I began to paint the week after Easter Day, intending to depict the road through Good Friday to Easter.  As I heard the news about the horrendous shootings at Virginia Tech, though, the road grew wider and took a turn away from the light into deeper darkness – the brooding darkness of the Good Friday road which we travel again and again whenever people suffer.

The artist in me was set free at a conference on Creation Spirituality led by Matthew Fox in 1991.  There, in a workshop on Art and the Psalms, the instructor responded to my “oops” with the words, “there is no oops in art,” and decades of shackles fell away.  I have been painting, drawing, sculpting and printing ever since.