Over the past several years, I have developed a vocabulary of imagery that centers around thin bands of color and light. Sometimes they are stacked on top of each other, sometimes they crisscross the picture plane in seemingly random directions, layer upon layer.
For me, the channels are metaphoric of a kind of connectivity and connectedness. Like binding fibers of the unified field, they can easily be called by other names: stems, branches, courses, arteries, veins, nerves, fiber optics, phone lines, roads, routes, maps, actions, reactions, paths, trails, conduits, dimensional lines, vines, meridians, strings and blood lines – all channels that pulse with the continuous flow, a flow that binds and connects all things spiritual, informational, and biological.
I live on a farm in an agricultural community. The growth is ubiquitous. From gorgeous gardens to hillside vineyards -- the shoots and stems, the reaches of the vines and the branches of the river -- all reinforce the imagery, the natural channels of energy, elemental forms in the field of all possibilities.