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.

June 13, 2024

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. The road leads to my old Montana State graduate studio in a converted pig pen, past the farrier.  

I had the images for this painting for years before I got up the courage to undertake that many amorphous swirls and striations. It remained in the back of my mind, a painting, a moment in time and place, insisting on coming to life.  

Other Pieces

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.