The page is silent until I mark it, the line is abstract until I make a letter. The letters become words; ideas, poems and history. In this transitional age of digital communication we still need touch and movement, metaphor and music. The hand, eye and brain work together turning the pages of a book.
I live in Belfast on the coast of Maine with long winters to write and beautiful summers. I walk to the beach to watch the sun rise and the tide come in. My day begins with free brushstrokes to music and disciplined lettering - then to the words.
Iwrite with brushes and dip pens using ink and acrylic. The words might be layered like a palimpsest, weaving added for touch, colors and patterns for the eyes and binary code for transliteration. I choose texts by various authors and sometimes add my own words.