A decade ago I found myself living in Seattle under a flight path to the regions airport, SEATAC. Approximately every 42 seconds an aircraft would pass over my Beacon Hill neighborhood, at times close enough to identify its corporate affiliation. Alaska Air. United Airlines. FedEx. JAL. Virgin Air.
The weight of a Boeing 747 with cargo and fuel can reach upwards of 875,000 lbs. In my mind, the planes seemingly mundane take off and landing, became a metaphor for getting an idea or a relationship "off the ground". Aircraft of all makes began to enter my paintings, firstly in gravity defying flight, and thereafter, in ambiguous repose.
It is these paintings of planes on hiatus, in tranquil forest settings, which continue to fascinate and mesmerize audiences. The where? and how?, and the unanswerable WHY?