A meditation.

A meditation.

Color. So undiluted and pure and punctuating that one can nearly taste it on the very tip of their tongue. Hue. Swimming with complexity, gently tinting the light as it swirls invisibly around the room, leaving a delicate glow in the air, staining surfaces with its...
Fresh from the dark

Fresh from the dark

It always happens at the beginning. When I’m working on an all new body of work for a show; the deadline marked neatly on a calendar, several months ahead. I find myself staring into an abyss; darkness all around me — a great and yawning chasm beneath and beyond....
De/Constructing Landscape

De/Constructing Landscape

My process is based around that of my intuition, which means I quite often have no idea where a painting is going to end up. It’s a bit of a ride; one of which I have tried to guide but each time I do, I notice how little control I truly have. Because of this, I often...
I painted over a painting, today.

I painted over a painting, today.

Today, I painted over a painting. It happens from time to time; I recycle a piece to create something better. Typically, I will paint over something that just never ended up being successful in my mind. It fell short of an idea or just never came to a place of...