Edges

Last night we had storms come through Roswell. This image from 1995 reminded me that spring is coming and with it the terrific storms we get in north Georgia, just east of the mountains. It is the meteorological sign for thunder. The work is one of a series of about ten signs drawn in paint stick on a gold ground on hand-made paper. Several of these drawings were purchased by Saks 5th Ave, for their Tampa store.

Weather is one of my interests. It is the most visible mercurial element of nature. The edges of weather are captivating; a storm front crossing the plains, the outer bands of a hurricane, the soft or hard edges of a tornado racing across   the land deconstructing everything in its path. The edge of a meadow that meets the forest is a demarcation in temperature as well as fauna. The edge of the sea, whether gentle lapping of the Gulf of Mexico or the pounding surf of Cape Hatteras is a place of transition. The edge of Tallulah Gorge offers cascading space.