I went to Russia in 1999, and found it confusing and veiled. As I processed the experience in paint I found I was focusing on several kinds of arrangements. Some like machines, complicated, with each line and shape firmly interlocked. Others monumental, frontal and tightly cropped. Along the shoreline near my home I gathered shards of pottery of all colors and patterns, worn from the sea, crackled and stained. The mix of decoration and age reminded me of the worn facade of St. Basils. I created frames encrusted with mosaic and also with steel, rust and cement, reflecting the starkness of Soviet architecture.
