Echo
a sound or a series of sounds caused by the reflection of sound waves from a surface back to the listener : a close parallel or repetition of an idea, feeling, style or event.
These pieces are based on the reflective echoes that are still bubbling up from a trip I made to Europe, in particular the Netherlands and Croatia this last September. I had been wondering for some time just how much my work would be influenced by standing on the ground of my father and grandfather. Now I see how monumental it was as this new work comes out without bidding. My father was the first of my family born in the United States, and I went to visit my cousins in the Netherlands and reconnect with my DNA. Standing there on that ancient ground, echoes bubbled up through the earth and into my soul and psyche. Feelings and memories pour out onto the canvas over and over again like an echo of feeling that is subtle, quiet, and reverberating, fading only slightly with the passage of time. I listen for those echoes, because they are like ripples on water, a build up that sweeps through my life and moves aside all imagined walls of resistance with a sonorous chord. Like that famous sustained chord from the Beatles Sargent Pepper Album in the “Day in the Life” final piece. Nerve endings were regenerated in me that are passing along intricate and internal memories nudged by a quality of light, a smell, a color, or an emotion from a peculiar beauty in some object or vista. Mind photographs that reflect sunlight and shadows: stillness and movement; sound and quiet.
