Angelita Surmon

When I wander through the local terrain, I am drawn to the land between the meadow and the forest, and the reflected thickets of trees and grasses in nearby estuaries. On the edge of the woodland is the understory of tangled shrubs, small trees, vines and plants that invite me in to observe their wild calligraphy. I explore nature’s versions of Jackson Pollock and Mark Tobey. During these times of observation, I am in the moment, and the noise and speed of everyday life is somewhere else. I find a respite from the normal chaos and can be just there, exploring the variations of color and line, texture and movement. I can hear the birds, frogs and rain, and take in the verdant scent of the forest. When I make art, I am also in the moment, and my focus is to bring my sense memories of the woods into the imagery so that I can find that respite again.