Reflections of my memories constantly appear. For example, they sometimes start with my childhood memories of wading in rivers, stones under my bare feet, looking through the water so I could trap minnows and tadpoles with my hands. I think of clouds moving across the sky and the patterns of light filtering through the leaves above my head. The memories and the forms on the canvas to which they relate are evanescent. The resulting images are not literal, but are open to interpretation, capable of depicting something different each time they are viewed. The viewer must make his or her own discovery.

My paintings are like a walk in the woods without a path. It is only subtle signs that show the way out, always toward the light. In many ways, the painting is "not an image but an event." (Rosenthal on Kline)