Artist's
Statement
When pondering the question, “Who am I?”
I think to myself,
“I am first an artist . . . then a human being, a husband, a father,
a friend, a lover, a teacher, an American, a Jew.”
“Really?” you ask,
and I answer, “Yes, really.”
“But what type of artist are you?”
“A painter, of course. A landscape painter.”
For the earth’s landscapes brighten my darkest caverns
They are the beating of my heart
and their glorious colour is the stuff I breathe
Raging rivers are my life’s blood
Fields of flowers feed me
Twisted trees and mountain meadows heal my deepest wounds
They are like midwives
continually ushering me
into sunsparkled mornings