My place and work is in the studio, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom. It's all about appetite. I don't separate the breakfast foods from the dinner ones,
and I paint my abstractions as though a realism, and the realism as though an abstraction - inseparable, until the painting rises from the picture plain as a truth, a truthful occurrence, whether intimate or conflicting, between pigment, sensations, and vision, that speaks within the theater of the medium, who I am. A play of visual languages/poetry; thick abstractions, renderings, baroque linear structures, and geometric Turnbuckles (visual locking mechanisms to the whole. Something has to hold this mystery together for me- my pool of dualities, beliefs and denials, beauty surrounding eroticism, the Ouroboros, the hunger and lawlessness, the 0-balance ) - these collisions inherent and inescapable in the natural condition of existence. I’m looking for synthesis, an understanding, but not all in the imagery, more through the imagery.
