My canvas is a board I bounce my thoughts off, without knowing what will come back. The act of painting itself affects me, throws things my way that I cannot predict. In the act of painting I am able to walk through my mind and travel avenues I have not yet traveled.
I return to paths walked before and revisit them, rewriting them. The way in which I react to the spontaneity of the paint itself reveals new and old points of view and parts of myself. The creation is something outside of myself, a product of my process, of my play.
These paintings are impressions of my experience in the world at a specific moment. When I am able to focus inward, I see in my minds’ eye my sensory experience translated into shape and color. This experience is a part of my reality: it is the author, creator of my painting language. In the process of making the images I simplify and to a degree caricaturize my experiences. The source of the images is specific. However, what I am depicting is the sensation that I took from the moment.
I return to paths walked before and revisit them, rewriting them. The way in which I react to the spontaneity of the paint itself reveals new and old points of view and parts of myself. The creation is something outside of myself, a product of my process, of my play.
These paintings are impressions of my experience in the world at a specific moment. When I am able to focus inward, I see in my minds’ eye my sensory experience translated into shape and color. This experience is a part of my reality: it is the author, creator of my painting language. In the process of making the images I simplify and to a degree caricaturize my experiences. The source of the images is specific. However, what I am depicting is the sensation that I took from the moment.