Rocks I Have Known: portraits in encaustic wax
I’m a rock hound. I’ve collected hundreds of rocks and I know where each one came from and why it’s important to me. Most of my haul is from the south shore of Lake Ontario, remnants of the Canadian Shield—glacial erratics transported south by ice sheets during the last ice age. Some are arranged in small tributes but most are in buckets sorted by color and value awaiting a future project I’ve yet to figure out. Until then, I’ve been painting small encaustic portraits of my favorites. As I paint them I name them I wonder how they came to have so many painterly features.
