Life is so tender I can hardly stand it, so right now I'm leaning into what made me want to be an artist in the first place, following the fantasy of concentrating the nature of life into magic paintings. Truisms are expressed so much truer when they aren’t in words, i want to paint them, to pare down meaning into marks that make sense. Things concealing other things, two things that want to meet but don’t, warm colors pressed up against cool, parallel lines, perpendicular lines, things that might fit together, near misses and great divides; everything is really something much bigger. You could paint forever and not even begin to get it all out. I believe the ability to channel belongs to everyone who creates art. I just try to stay out of the way.