Old Men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
In my end is my beginning.
T. S. Elliot

I acknowledge my mortality by focusing on time and space in my painting. Through the metaphor of luminist horizon light I paint personal issues of loss and separation as transitions to rebirth and renewal. My landscape paintings, from memory and the inner eye, are expressions with a life of their own. In process they become my spiritual and personal interpretation of our natural world, the spirit world and the infinite worlds that surround us.

The landscape and Galaxies in the following presentation are oil on canvas and wood. New to the Bucks County area, my search continues for a gallery to represent me. Until then I can offer my fine art directly to a customer. Please contact me if you are interested in my work.

Carol Barth