Pam White has been drawing, painting and photographing since she could hold a pencil. She loves having books read to her and imagining the characters. She paints what she sees in the most real colors she can find.
In practical terms; she grew up on the Missouri River surrounded by miles and miles of rolling hills, flatlands, bluffs, sink holes and huge stretches of limestone banks and caves carved by the river’s millennial movement.
As soon as she could she came East when she fell in love with the silicate rocks and miles of stone walls that give New England its character. Now looking into the amazing landscape of the Hudson Valley she feels at home.A taste for adventure has led to the collection of four children and innumerable, completely important and necessary, dogs, cats and horses that she shares care with her life’s love, Paula Josa-Jones. Pam White’s images are nothing it not ecstatic. Not for her the quiet, elegant, tidiness of George Stubbs. Her horses explode across the canvas in surges of color and movement. They often push themselves up against the edges of the paper, as if they are urging the painter to go on painting them and their herd along the walls, like the horses in Lascaux, to which many of her paintings have been compared. Other paintings are like palimpsest, as if generation after generation had lived on the canvas or paper before its current inhabitants.