It is hard to find words for the experience of painting, which, though I love words, speaks eloquently to me entirely without them.

I don’t normally begin from or force any narrative or concept onto my work; it proceeds largely as an exploration of color and the formal aspects of composition. Yet, whether or not images or stories reveal themselves, explicitly or implicitly, the work is always, in one way or another, about my experience of consciousness, of thinking, sensing, being, questioning, recollecting, forgetting.

The fragment is not separated from the whole, but is a constituent part, alive and changing.  The activity of the work seems inevitable as life and the mind both have so much going on and neither can hold still for long