Cristy Walsh
I’ve always been acutely aware of my surroundings. In college, my professor, the late Barkley Hendricks, reinforced my instinct by reminding us that, as artists, we are diarists of our world.
Both personal memories and the natural world inspire my work, specifically the fleeting images that compose these experiences. With my paintbrush, I record everyday moments whether it is children darting across the yard, roadside flora shifting as cars pass by or the hush of nightfall.