I have always been interested in rocks as art. Even as a child, rock painting became a family summer pastime. When I discovered I could use colored pencil and white marker on river rocks and beach stones, I went nuts. Then came combinations of smaller rocks and other natural materials. Mostly it's an excuse to spend time outdoors.
While staying on Cape Ann, Massachusetts, one summer, I was dismayed by all of the trash that washed up on shore after each high tide. I walked the beach every day and began collecting. Then I started sorting, and then I started getting small thrills from certain pieces I found: a tiny yellow saxophone! A variety of textures and colors! A curious set of white rings, at least ten of them a day. Each item became a mystery of time and origin to me, and together the washed up pieces were a combination of annoyance at humanity, and beauty. I mixed them with my rock drawings and other objects from the beach to create "Trash Landscapes." The pieces also became a way for me to illustrate and remember events from our summer. Click the images to see them fully.