Artists

Doug Moulden

As a child, my fondest memories were of my grandparents’ farm in West Virginia. Their farm was located in the mountains west of the Potomac river. It is poor land with forests and hills, wild orchards and dark glens, high rocky vistas and harsh winters. A land that forever threatens to return to its’ wildest even when it is cultivated. There is something about the mood of this country that transcends politics and topical issues, something timeless. My approach to the landscape is to try to capture this mood. Although I am looking hard at the world around me, I’m not attempting to document the world as it appears. I’m trying to create the world as I would remember it. A world that may mostly exist in my dreams. I’m not a reporter, I’m a poet.