Statement

“The universe as we observe it is the only reasonable starting point in cosmology.”

Stephen Hawking

Mystical musings, messy interactions, provisional notions, and pleasures. I’ve been trying to find a way to put paint into words for years, but it always remains one step ahead of me. The elements of a painting make no sense to a logical mind, like an equation that mixes its units, yet occasionally add up to spaces that hold together my disparate thoughts. The only way I know how to do it is to place one mark on a surface at a time and see where it leads.

In the end, my work always comes back to the world, in one way or another. A diagram would suggest a triangular relationship involving me, the subject, and the materials. The magic lies somewhere in between.

These paintings are what happens when curiosity collides with reality, the trees talk back, and cosmic forces run amok. The funny thing about art is that it can succeed with or without a coherent argument – the struggle is to obtain something real. What emerges in these paintings is a quiet, persistent state of consciousness, both a reflection of nature and a liberation of the mind from nature.