"The Southwest is a bare bones land, exposed, sculptural.  Something magical happens here, where the horizon stretches on forever.
 A sense of the sculptural entered my life as a child.  Growing up in rural Ohio, one of my favorite kid games involved dancing about with wild abandon until the leader yelled "Freeze", at which point we all became sculptures.  Then we all fell down laughing.  A kinesthetic connection was made.  Movement becomes sculpture.
For years, I made jewelry.  I practised yoga.  I hiked the land, explored the rivers and canyons.  The connection to the land  went deeper into my bones, into my art.  One day I realized I needed a larger canvas, a much larger canvas. I needed to express the excitement I felt about the land, what I wanted to say about the sense of movement,  the ecstastic joy of the color, the healing serenity of the wilderness.  I needed to paint.
I have worked in two dimensional art now since the early nineties, when I learned to draw  with a wonderful grass-roots organzation in Tucson, The Drawing Studio.  Working at first excusively in pastel, I now paint in acrylic as well, sculpting the surface to accentuate the sense of movement.
There is a lyricism in the land that intrigues me.  I see music everywhere, visual music.  Nature is visual music."


LANDSCAPES. SKYSCAPES. SCAPES. THE EXPANSE OF THINGS.
This is what I see. the way space is occupied, and more.
A meeting between artist and subject.
An intersection of wholly different experiences,
arriving at a common point in time and space.
I look at the subject; the subject looks at me.
I see a numinous landscape. Alive. Evocative.
I record this place of the senses and spirit.
Anticipation. I lengthen the time
of the perceptual shift from unknown to known.
Before the mind grabs for definition, all is
color and shape and luminosity.

LOOK CLOSELY
See a Mountain
Look a great distance...
The pebble in your hand.

©Acacia Alder