The wild grasses and marsh plants that inhabit much of my current work come from the coastal landscape of the northwest United States and Canada and are images that are persistent and compelling to me. By painting these images repeatedly, I begin to see them as something holy, almost a deity. I don't know why this is. Grasses are the wild predecessors of all of the cultivated grains: wheat, from which we make bread, the holiest substance of European civilization; corn, which was sacred to the indigenous peoples of America; and rice, which is synonymous with life throughout Asia. Could this be what I find so compelling in these images? Or could it be the suggestions of salt and water, the continuity of the wet earth and our own cellular essence? I don't know the answers to these questions, but it is clear that for me there is a deep holiness in the world, omnipresent in the landscape.