THE LONGING IS THE RETURN
Through my tears I heard a message.
I was crying out for my mother in a way I hadn’t done since she passed into the next life nearly eight years ago. Maybe in a way I never had. Even after all this time, the pain of her loss was as fresh as it ever was.
And I heard the words, “I’m still here”.
As I wept, she answered. My longing was the returned message, as Rumi described in his poem, Love Dogs.
In the poem’s next line, he writes,
the grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
The union I was drawn toward that day wasn’t only a reunion with my mother. It was the certainty of a connection between the living and the dead, between all things– human, animal, plant, water, earth.
Connection to my mother is connection to the earth. How could it not be?
She was my first home, my first experience of life on this earth, my first country, as poet Nayyirah Waheed writes. She is now literally a part of that earth.
As she returned to dust, so will I someday return.
In that way, we are always here, never gone.
These emotionally expressive landscape paintings recall not a specific place on this earth, but moments, however brief, in which I felt myself at the center of a confluence of connectivity. In which I felt the energy of the world around me flowing through me, the world that included and will always include my mother. The landscape moving toward me yet floating away into infinity. Drips and runs are reminiscent of the tears that continue, always, just under the surface. But also a gift, a reminder.
The connection, forever existing, unseen yet heard, felt.
NOCTURNES
Dionysys wrote of a Divine Darkness– a darkness that only appears dark because it is so dazzlingly bright.
As I reluctantly set my clocks forward to Daylight Savings Time, I kept thinking.. What is it about our modern culture that we fear the dark of night so much? We seem obsessed with lighting up every little corner of our sphere.
So out into the wilderness I go.
Backpacking several miles into the mountains seems the only way to get away from all the artificial brightness. It is dark, yes. But it can also be shockingly bright, as the moon and stars shine brighter where there is no competition.
It is that feeling of luminous darkness I’m seeking to capture.
These paintings begin with layer upon layer of light, visually textured and abstracted underpaintings. Then, in a process that is either incredibly brave or equally foolhardy, the light underpainting is completely covered in a dark, opaque layer of paint.
Through a process of subtractive rendering including the use of water, brushes, squeegees, and whatever else is at hand, the landscape and the light reveal themselves.
As I cover up the underpainting, I have no idea of the final scene that will be revealed.
A journey into darkness is necessary to find my way.
It is in the unknowing in the midst of the darkness that the light becomes bright enough to see.
PALACE OF NOWHERE
Taoist philosopher Chuang Tzu said, “come with me to the palace of nowhere, where all the many things are one”.
In creating this body of work, I kept ruminating on a harrowing experience of being lost in dense fog in the North Cascade mountains this Autumn.
Unknowingly, we had turned around 180 degrees from where we thought we were.
Not able to see much of anything, we were in that point of nothingness in the midst of being. And once we stopped seeking, we found our way.
In these paintings, the fullness of abstracted mountains and limitless dense waters recall for me those moments, not of being lost, but being found and discovering union within the void. The white lines, sometimes window-like, create a sense of destination but also of detachment. The Palace of Nowhere is there to find, but we must first lose ourselves in the seeking.
View the exhibition catalog and read Sarra Scherb's catalog essay, Getting Lost: The Works of Lesley Frenz, here https://www.blurb.com/books/10603813-lesley-frenz-palace-of-nowhere
LEMOLO
LEMOLO is a Chinook tribal word meaning “wild” or “untamed”. Most of these abstracted landscapes are not based on specific places, but are conglomerations of the wild places I’ve been, the memories and impressions that endure in my mind. These untamed places speak to and connect us with the raw, earthly spirit inborn in each of us. Whether we realize it or not, these places call to us. We long to take in their scent, to feel their cool breezes, hear the sounds of their rushing waters and rustling leaves.
Each painting begins as a simple painted sketch, worked into over and over until a scene begins to appear. That scene will change and shift over time as I strive to give way my control of the composition, instead letting the wilderness appear before me. As the composition takes shape, it may remind me of a certain place– the Olympic wilderness, the Lost Coast of California, the North Cascades, the Northern Rockies. But I strive to keep the space loose and abstracted enough for the viewer to be able to find themselves in their own version of wilderness.
It is in the end that the graphic lines come in– representing an interruption, an intrusion– whether upon our own experiences of a place or whether we are the intruders ourselves.
VENTERS
VENTERS is a noun that describes what is brought to shore upon an ocean’s wave. A few years ago, I traded the Atlantic Ocean for the Pacific.
As I was creating the most recent of these seascapes, I was influenced as I always am, by the coastal waterways of the Puget Sound-- the seascape where I spend the most time these days.
But I also kept a box of childhood photos with me in the studio.
I have a few favorite beach scenes among them.
One day, I looked more closely at some of those 1970s era photos and noticed that the color was changed where one photo had laid on top of another one for years in storage.
The geometric shapes created by that chemical change inspired these new paintings.
Memories layered over one another, changed forever with time and distance.
ARCHIVE
Some select older work I'm proud of.
*please note none of this work is available for sale and I will not create commissions based on work in this collection.