The Space In Between

Space In Between, diptych, acrylic paint and paint marker on canvas, 16" x 8"

My individual work seems to thrive best when I find 
places to observe the 'space in between', the space 
that connects. Doors in my work began when I was 
at a workshop at the Minneapolis College of Art and 
DesignWhile the aged doors and historic architecture 
of the MCAD campus was interesting, it wasn't until 
I opened the doors and sketched the thresholds that 
the spaces came alive. The 'space in between' of a 
threshold isn't inside or out, here or there, but a 
connection of the two. Undefined, unnamed spaces 
intrigue, yet scare me. Grief is also an in-between 
space like that, vague, scary, and confusing. At MCAD 
and later at home, parts of the elusive fox appeared 
in the open doorways, a tail here and a snout there. 
Sometimes the fox seems like my unseen and unheard 
self, sometimes kinetic energy, but always whispering 
for me to follow. 

Grief may be a thread through my recent work, but also 
the energy of hope and acceptance is present. Now, the 
negative 'spaces in between' the doors and foxes are 
yielding these colors, great abstract shapes, and active 
lines that speak to me. My new work seems to be 
especially saying something about joy, freedom, and 


Out-Doors Installation, a call for doors in memory

I am currently starting a new project about "The Art 
of Grieving" (I know, I am always such a ray of 
sunshine) and looking for donations of old doors. If 
you donate a certain door in memory of someone, I 
will paint the door a color that you associate with 
them--still working on the details and want your 
input so it will evolve naturally and collaboratively. 
The color has to feel right for you, so I'll work with 
you on that. The doors will become free-standing 
(with feet staked into the ground), and placed in 
arrangements in various temporary "Out-Door" (our 
14 year-old daughter gets credit for that clever 
name) installation sites in the Minnesota landscape, 
possibly the Nemeth Art Center front lawn (Park 
Rapids), our alfalfa field (rural Menahga), possibly 
the Little Falls Mill Ruins, etc. Eventually, some of 
the doors may also be shown alongside a collection 
of my large paintings in an exhibit. Many of my 
recent paintings have metaphors related to grief, 
hope, and acceptance running through them, so I 
want to have some conversations about these 
important topics. If you want to donate in the 
memory of a specific person, or just want to 
donate a door, please comment below, or contact 
me via my e-mail address on my about page.