This painting is a song for the forests of northern California, my old home state. It is a way to process the anger, sorrow and grief I am feeling over the devastation of our ancient forest groves. This started long ago when the colonizers first stepped foot in these territories. Those men managed to decimate the old growth forests without chainsaws. They gave not a care for the future generations or the people and animals who had made them their home for thousands of years. Now the few groves that remain are burning. The intensity of the fires is not a natural phenomenon. Fire is part of the forest ecosystem, but not on this level. These fires are human caused through climate chaos.
The lines of topography merge with her face as a way to show our interdependence with the earth.