Near her art in an exhibit in Santa Fe, I read these words from Jill Rosean Tishman.
“I see myself as a rather insignificant being surrounded by the forces of nature. I never paint as my eyes see, but rather what I feel as I view nature: the sun moving through a redwood forest becomes solitude and introspection, the dark thundering clouds of a storm become violent energy, threatening destruction. I always perceive human qualities in nature.”
–Joy