Ochre pigment is buttery warm, divinely tactile to the eyes, in varying colors from yellow to orange to red. These colors are my work’s life’s blood. This spring I visited the small village of Roussillon, in the Luberon Valley in southern France, built on an ochre ridge, mined for it’s pigment. Walking along the ochre trail, immersed in the earth’s rich warm color, was an ecstatic experience. I can still feel the buzz, and am now working on a series titled “The Windows of Roussillon”, soon to be completed.