The Lake

The lake outside our door and across the road is called Springfield. It is spring fed and shallow with the deepest areas under six meters or twenty feet. My interest seems to be reflected in the obvious. The surface of the lake is where the light plays with clouds, earth and sky meet, touch, talk. The painted view is from a window. From inside the house weather does not limit the time of working.

The first series of small 3x5 inch panels was conceived to fill a steel file box found at a used equipment store. The title on the file box was Renewal. Renewal allowed play to enter the work. Colour, edges and forms flowed through and around the meeting of sky and water and land. Changing day after day, moment to moment.