I am distracted by the river outside my studio.  The flow is hypnotic.  It moves from right to left which it an odd momentum to get caught up in. Is this why I think so much about the past?

What I am most aware of is the river's color. Sometimes, it is the color of dull steel, other times, it is a grey-green, jiggling with reflections, and then there are bright days when when it clearly reflects the sky. When it rains, the water turns a muddy brown - opaque and menacing in its movement - like lava pulsing through a valley. In the winter when the temperature drops below freezing, the water's surface is covered with platters of ice, creaking and cracking their way downstream, like giant frosted doilies colliding in a punch bowl. 

I don't see the river without noticing the trees. More often then not it is the trees and the light outside my window, that I am attuned to.  The reach of branches and fluttering leaves, the architectonic relationships of the woods, with all the openings and repetitions, makes me see cathedrals, columns, facades and portals. And the vertical rush of the trees counters the horizontality of the river with casual grace.  So, as I distill my imagery more and more - trying to get at some kind of essential truth in my work about what i feel in front of nature - some poetic truth about light on a particular afternoon, or the force of the river or the struggle happening in my garden, I realize that this most elemental energy of the vertical intersecting with the horizontal - the plus sign, the cross, the life we live and the one we aspire to - is represented right outside my window.  And this metaphor, of two intersecting energies, represents the tension that exists inside my studio as well  - between the momentum of the work and what I aspire to.

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My work explores the forms and forces of the natural world.  (I just read that as: "my work explodes...." HA!)

Much of my imagery is derived from the light and imagery around my home on the banks of the Susquehanna River.   

Twitchell was born in Massachusetts in 1963. She received an MFA in Painting from Parsons School of Design in 1992 and was awarded a residency at Yaddo in 2011. She has had six solo shows in New York and her artwork has been included in group shows around the country, including the contemporary art fairs Pulse Miami and Pulse New York. Twitchell’s work has been featured or reviewed in artcritical.com, City Arts, The Huffington Post, The New Republic, The New York Sun, and Whitewall Magazine among others. She lives and works in Brooklyn, NY and Milton, PA.