© photo by Jennilee Morigomen for Kabuni

© photo by Jennilee Morigomen for Kabuni

My artistic path

has brought me to question the spiritual and physical elements of painting.

A lot of people ask me about what the three dots mean. Since they're a symbol, they stand for several things and this story is about one aspect. 

Imagine an August day where the sky is deep blue and the clouds are in fluffy stacks in the sky. It is hot. I was twelve and my family and I were moving again. I had one last day to visit with my best friend before moving. We went hiking on the marsh which was covered with a plush carpet of springy moss. We took off our shoes and socks and each step felt like a trampoline bounce, with a bit of sun warmed water gushing over our toes. Twelve year old heaven! We brought a picnic of peanut better and jelly sandwiches on white bread. We were careful not to squash them and the jam didn't get absorbed into the bread and go all dry like my mother's healthier whole wheat version. They were perfectly plump,  and to the palate of a child, absolutely luscious. My friend talked me into going to the pizza shop near the highway to supplement our lunch but with our combined change, we only had enough for extra cheese, not for pizza and much to the disgust of the cashier, my friend forgot her wet socks on the counter.

I've since lost touch with that friend and even with today's social media, I never found her again. That was one of those days when time moved differently. It seemed like it stopped and in some way the moment feels eternal. It's my thought that those moments when we experience 'non-linear time' are significant and these paintings are about that expression.