"Still Life:" a stupendously oxymoronic name for a genre of painting, a label we throw around casually and, typically, thoughtlessly.  Because of course no life is ever still - its lack of stillness being pretty much the definition of life. 

I see life as an ever-changing and self-renewing play of energy.   In this series, starting from a potted plant, a "mother-in-law's tongue," and working not only with a brush but with a fork attached to a branch in order to connect more automatically and intuitively with nature during the act of painting, (thus the ironic and multiple meanings suggested in the series title) I am exploring the transmutations of this energy as it reincarnates itself in various forms.  Looking at the same life from all different orientations we see completely different expressions of that energy... at some time it appears as aquatic, some time as terrestrial, some time as flora and some time as fauna, some time as unitary and some time as binary. It fights to move beyond its origin (the pot) and finally escapes it completely. It reproduces and plays with itself. It appears as pure disruption within a frozen landscape. It evokes a range of emotions, warm and cool, light and dark, the colors correspondingly ranging bright and muted, joyous and ominous.  And this is the nature of life, which is never ever still....

The attempt is to expand our perception from the mundane to the cosmic, and show a bit of the beauty as well as the surprising twists and turns that are expressed in the play of creation.