Sundog Blog Writing

Art about global warming or glaciers melting is a grand statement, except that Zaria Forman seems obsessed with glaciers. I hope that is the case and it isn’t a form of posturing. I am obsessed with the sky. It is the counter weight of my life. 

November 24, 2025

I’m not painting the deeply personal, like my husband and kids. I’m painting the experiential. I’m painting the sensory. I aspire to the condition of music and poetry, of a feeling. I like to compose. Even when I work from photos I edit moments to find the note that hits the highest vibration. 

Mother Tree of the Tobacco Roots

This tree stands deep in the Tobacco Root Mountains of Montana. We came across it while hiking a trail that was slowly dissolving back into the landscape. Mosquitoes buzzed in the deep, cold stillness. Only a few branches high in the canopy still held green needles.

More 2017

Art about global warming or glaciers melting is a grand statement, except that Zaria Forman seems obsessed with glaciers. I hope that is the case and it isn’t a form of posturing. I am obsessed with the sky. It is the counter weight of my life. 

Artist Statement Fall 2015

The normative parameter of disassociation and distraction is at the heart of our consumption and our over-romanticization of nature. It is only through re-investing in our relationship, through rational investigation and emotional connection that we may see what is really before us.

Artist Statement Thoughts 2014

I am working on the idea of noise versus escapism in the landscape. Noise, depicted as human-made intrusions in the landscape are symbolic of the dissonance of the excessive amounts of information we receive daily.

Cloudburst

When the light changes I check the sky. If a storm is rolling in from the West I get in the car and drive toward open spaces with less obstructed views.

ARC-Striations

The sky was made of semi-translucent, graphite gray, mammatus clouds. The landscape was illuminated from a fall sun, beaming in under the curtain of gray. I was driving home with my family and we pulled off the side of the road so I could take photos.

April 2015

The power of storms is not in their concreteness, it is in their unified power as separate molecules. They are another scale of the atoms which we are made of, separated by distances relative to their size.

ARC painting descriptions 2020

My close friend Hali grew up going to “Fair”, as she called it, every Summer. Her aunt is a professional costume designer and longtime participant of the Sacramento Shakespeare Fair.