Jay Fields

I started throwing sketch pad, watercolors and brushes into a backpack in the mid-nineties with the idea of bringing home, as much as the sketch itself, a memory of what it felt like to be in a certain place at a certain time.  As I kept fooling with things, and took a watercolor course in France, I was even more drawn to the sketch, scribbling down subjects with ink and letting the energy of the scene jump to life according to what I felt in the moment.  If another person feels even a smidge of that same energy, I feel blessed. The “little piece” becomes a gift, first given to the artist, then to another person who has discovered some sort of something in it: a squiggle of the hand, a chance of color or the resonance of a memory.