About Fourth of July 1978
The name of this, Fourth of July 1978, is a bit tongue-in-cheek. I live just north of San Francisco and since 1974, most of my summers have been spent here. Summer often means chill and fog on this part of the coast but every year the faithful trek to the bay for a fireworks display. Even as a city resident, I would travel over the Golden Gate Bridge and into Marin, thinking it would provide a better vantage point. More times than not, instead of the fantastic display hoped for, there is a lovely and impenetrable blanket of fog over the bay.
Oils and cold wax give me the ability to play with texture and give my work a visual ‘tactile’ quality. When ‘building’ a piece I often times will block out areas from receiving color and may scratch or remove paint to reveal layers below.