Humans instinctively draw conclusions as quickly as possible.I am interested in the moment right before our brains decide; in the process of figuring out, the process of becoming.

Painting is a playful proposition of visceral ideas where the gut jumps in feet first and slops around, dragging the head along but repeatedly telling it, “Be quiet. Enjoy the ride & stop counting calories!”

Meanwhile, the head muses, “Painting is a site for non-verbal experience and contemplative action where formal relationships flirt with tenuous cohesion.”

Soon they agree that in painting, ideas take physical shape—sometimes proud, sometimes ridiculous, sometimes uncomfortable, most often un-heroic—not as vehicles for meaning, but as personal, in-the-moment interactions.

Painting is like a Zen Koan—a riddle for contemplation, not solving—that exists in material form. In this process we are simultaneously master and fool of our own experience, being everything but knowing nothing. And isn’t it fun?