The smell of warm, melting wax fills my workspace, clearing my mind of the daily distractions and making way for the shapes, marks and splashes of color that coalesce to form my encaustic art.
Snoozing cats, the bend of a tree branch, even the pile of laundry on my bedroom floor all make an imprint that inspires the shapes and colors in my work. Each layer of wax has it’s own story: a time, a place, a sound recalled. A fusion of color, collage, sometimes found objects.
A lick of flame from the torch, a brush of color, layer after layer until it’s complete.