I'm interested in finding the beauty and balance that emerge from the tension between order and chaos.
Most of my pieces are accidents in one way or another. I try to follow the paint, and shape it once it’s already on paper. Sometimes the negative and positive space invert and the image changes course completely. I don’t really envision the results. I’ll know it when I see it.
Most paint strokes or lines, blotches of color, exist to fix something, by adding layers I’m chiseling away at what felt wrong underneath.
Structure, patterns and balance are what our minds rely on to create meaning out of an image. The colors and lines are the stuff that this meaning is made of.
The world only makes sense to us because we’re in it, and the process by which we make it make sense is fluid, ephemeral, and often arbitrary.
A piece of art is a glimpse into that process - into the way that an artist places meaning on things. And for a moment it makes us conscious of that misalignment between us, which is, in my mind, a reason why the world is interesting and beautiful.
A piece of art is one of those rare things where this misalignment can be expected, and welcomed.
