I have a couple of my Dads old fishing bobbers kicking around my house. They have this wonderful patina, and in their time they may just have helped win a fishing derby. When I was a feral teenager back in 1970s, England. I would swim out into the North Sea to rescue any bobber that escaped from my fathers line. I must have been crazy - those were dangerous waters!!! But, I loved the ocean and loved to swim and those primitive wooden bobbers were art to me. I couldn't let the ocean take them! And that big fish? Well, I knew that it lurked there, beneath the deep dark choppy waters, it added to the thrill of ocean swimming. This painting is my American, Midwest, lake version of that story.
If I were to paint my memories from childhood I would have to choose the times where I had escaped from formal girl education into the farm yards and barns that surrounded my home in rural England. Here my friends and I would round up any large animal that would allow us to easily jump on their backs for a rodeo ride. Being bucked off a donkey or tossed into a stone wall by an angry farm pony was considered living life to its fullest. Which I think is where my love for quirky animals comes from and why I strive to paint a world full of color and adventure.