As I child, I firmly believed all things had feelings and personalities, I could not tell one doll goodnight, and not tell everything else in my room goodnight. I could not sing to one star, and exclude all the others. Everything to me thus became exciting, something to learn more of, and something to unveil. As I grew , I began to read books like Emersons “Nature Essays”, Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass”, Bachelard’s “The Poetics of Space”. I found music, my mothers musicals, my fathers Zeppelin, Simon and Garfunkel, my brothers Grunge, I’d play them laying on the living room floor feet in the air, staring at the texture of an oil painting that hung on the wall. I created soundtracks in my mind, mini movies that only I could see playout as I went about my day. I was learning how to tell a story. All these Authors, musicians, film makers began to help me formulate the language of everything, anything and nothing. Now, I seek out the pieces of the whole, I search for that thread that sews us all together, the thread so invisible that you almost can not decipher the line between self and a blade of grass. This is what informs and drives the visual mission and navigation within my work.

As a painter, my process begins with drawing from the mental library of snapshots within my mind. This library holds shelves upon shelves of wonders that captivate my curiosity. I dive deep , almost impulsively into these snapshots, searching for a way to capture the thread. These images, collaged by paint on paper, morph as quickly as they start to arise, they become maps or blue prints of the connection points I discover. In one painting I may jump from myth, to science, to math, nature, emotion, and end in pure color and form. I can become obsessed and I will not move on from the “thing” until I understand the connection. To quote the Author Tom Robbins, “ I'm talking about taking one thing, however trivial and mundane, to such extremes that you illuminate its relationship to all other things, and then taking it a little bit further--to that point of cosmic impact where it becomes all other things.”

There are however, two things that demand and hold my attention above all else. Red and Blue. Red and Blue, to me is endless, and perhaps together they create THE ethereal thread of the universe. Their brilliance is reflected throughout cultures, throughout feeling, throughout their own relationship to each other ,one is forced to ponder them, to utilize them. Often I find my work is not done until at least a dot of red and a thumb print of blue is visible on the canvas. They are mother and father of colors, the creators of all that come after, within them is the visible universe.

My work is filled with all these passages, some lead to those mentioned above, some lead to personal exposure of self, and some lead open to the viewer ,which skews everything and the painting morphs again. This to me is the purpose of my paintings. Because in that what I have done is expressed the eternal becoming.