What happens if …blue lines sweep downward? …I make a lot of arbitrary dashes? … spray on some yellow? …scrub it all out? …or sew everything together?
By responding to a progression of self-imposed queries, an unpredictable visual landscape emerges, one that is influenced by my interest in the natural world, micro to macroscopic. I like water, plants, wind, dirt, patterning, repetition. I am curious about the connections of organisms. With this in mind, I stay reactive and process-oriented, focusing on parts or fragments or layers, always multiplying. I knock off my glasses, pretend myopia, and for a time, actively ignore the whole. With fingers and tools and a little eyesight, I explore a shape, a color, a texture, a pattern. To increase variety and invention, I alter the temperature of my emotions, change the brush or tool, the speed or size of the mark. Moves are purposely haphazard. I make mistakes in order to learn the parameters of them. Other times, I am compulsively corrective and precise. The maneuvers of a housepainter and an alchemist co-exist or conflict. Each action has the potential to necessitate a curative more potent than one that might have been contrived through plan.