I have always felt that the most interesting parts of life are not necessarily the events that happen themselves, but the muddy residue. The dust after the commotion, the thing between things, the afterthought. These are the “leftovers” that often get overlooked. The painting that is built from life can never be the life itself, but rather its shadow, the persistent memory that becomes grayer as time passes between the occurrence and the moment you sit down to contemplate it. This grayness is my starting point.

I’m interested in the places in my paintings that evolve through the process of working: where something cracks, drips, oozes. Elements that disappear may later re-emerge. They appear randomly, but are kept intuitively. Shapes, colors, and marks work together to create harmony or tension, but preferably fall on the side of discord. I see these elements as infinitely similar to the way events take place throughout my life, working together as a greater whole and only falling into place when they are in context of an inter-related system.