My non-representational paintings provide an opening a bridge helping me to reconcile the complex sensory experiences and beautiful dualities of life.
Making art is many things...exciting, frightening, frustrating and addicting. It's weighted with potential for discovery or doom in a split second. It's pretty much a tight rope walk without a net. Yet the processes, materials and energy needed to focus on creating seem as essential to me as air and water. It's how I filter the world around me how I take in visual, emotional, social and sensory experiences and try to reconfigure them into a new language.
Paint is a tangible, tactile, and malleable medium, that, with patience and coaxing, and maybe divine intervention, can make visible what is invisible. Emotional moments of joy and sorrow, clarity and confusion, beauty and hatred can be conveyed in a single stoke. Physical qualities such as smell, taste, and sound can be incorporated and revealed in art so that the viewer has a visceral response, almost like a memory or a dream.
But what does bitter and sweet or sorrow and ecstasy look like? What color is the wind? How can begin to understand and depict the vastness of human experience? Can I suspend a moment, so that it verges simultaneously on both becoming and dissolving?
I know it's a moving target but that's the hope I cling to.