Point of View 

Chaos, mess, contradiction, conflict — I paint to connect with all of it: the bad and good news we’re bombarded with, the eco-disasters, the general sociopolitical idiocracy — They live in my studio, they thrive — ghosts.

Shape-shifters. They blend past, present, future— along with a lot of visual puns.  Painting is my better world. Not ideal, but the world of mysterious elsewhere. There’s scant traces of painterliness. I use fluid acrylics, watercolor pencils, ink. And a lot of paper towels soaked with isopropyl alcohol to smooth the surface. 

I work on the floor on my knees. I’m thinking opposites attract. 

One painting leads me to another and there’s a group conversation that transforms one isolated work into a panoramic synergy. I seek out iconic imagery that resonates with anything I can’t control. Something beyond me. 

Fragments. 

Whatever is worn-down, broken, I’m patching together. 

Memories, day-dreams, nightmares.