I have been painting, drawing, recording music, and photographing the world. With all of these projects I have tried to document my life, make visual what is within, and share what surrounds. Much of what I have done could be classified as abstraction, but it all feels like confession.
I want my life to unfold in the art, for the pictures to be pictures of experience. I want the images to be artifacts of time and risk, to look like learning, loving.
I have tried to be courageous, to push the materials and my understanding to a surprising place; accept an art of rough approximation, of free-improvisation, where careful measurements may be entirely inappropriate. Make my inner life tangible, graspable.
How does one nurture a commanding hand, at once brutal and tender? Chase the slippery expressionists, participate in this madhouse life and contribute some small thing.
Matisse said it all: “exactitude is not truth.”
