Deborah K. Rich

My best paintings take form on a dirt road alongside a field of broccoli or strawberries, or in the sand dunes, or in front of a shale cliff. What begin as charcoal drawings, evolve, if I can be observant enough, into oil paintings that convey the light and distances of the landscape.

The hours that I paint outside pass in the blink of an eye as I try to translate a slice of the fullness around me onto canvas. And when I pack up my easel and palette to head home, I, myself, feel filled with light, and forms, and horizons.