Don’t throw out the forest for the trees. I’ve always had trouble understanding things. When we look at something head on, details tend to get lost in translation. Instead, I've found that looking slightly left of the thing reveals a truer meaning of the thing than a direct view. Clear and more meaningful understanding occurs here. This has led me to the use of metaphor and idioms in the paintings. Deeper understanding is revealed through the relationship to its like.
Keep your ears peeled to the ground. I’ve always listened through my teeth. What my teeth hear become questions. Questions that collect and pool to produce ideas. Ideas that are punched and squeezed tight in my hands. Hands that collide with a surface, wrestling methodically to form characters. Characters that gobble up paint and spit it back out again. Constructing and deconstructing simultaneously. Existing just to shift and grow as each stepping stone of canvas progresses.
Take the prisoners but fight them tooth and nail. I’ve never been on the battlefield but I have stood in front of a white canvas. Who am I? Who is this? Who are we? What are we fighting for? Every time it changes. Every time it should. I am not the same as I was yesterday. The painting is not the same as it was three hours ago. We fight together with common goals, to figure out what we are and to gain perspective in the experience.
Daring a losing game to win. The content of the work is contradiction and the balance that occurs within this state. Hard but soft. Object but idea. Here but there. Wobbly but centered. Teammate but adversary. Clear but mumbled. Epic but ordinary. Balance can only occur when two sides of the same coin are present, existing together and simultaneously pulling at the other's existence.