Ingrid Ellison

Brush color and paint are the tools I use for documentation and discovery

Steel shadows in winter

A succinct line of prose

Crumpled forgotten corners

A chartreuse leaf unfolding in early spring

These are things that arrest me and prompt me to remember and record

There is a base sensation or memory that accompanies me

As I navigate the world

It is one of being small hidden and far away

Looking through veils of light

Tangles of brush

Seaweed in a fetid tide

A closed door

Or a clod of earth

And there is the recurring dream of crossing a threshold

The discovery of clear skies

A tended garden

A becalmed sea

And the huge inviting room I never knew existed

That is what I look for in making a painting