Like so many people in March 2020—with the constant news of climate change, nearby California fires, loss of business, and the virus convincing us we were vulnerable and connected—my anxiety was at a peak. I turned to nature for solace. I found myself in the painting studio every day, working furiously, seeking a deeper connection to everything around me: my garden and wild places, painting materials, color subtleties, garden detritus, body rhythms, the wind, sounds. It has long been my meditative practice to solve a problem on the canvas when the world seems unsolvable. And during this time, painting brought a deeper humility, the fact of knowing nothing. It’s a great mystery how the self disappears to let the painting make itself, how materials become the guide towards a paintings balance and integration.