Painting for me is the immersion in image-making in an attempt to communicate something for which words won’t do. What I see and am compelled to capture and share in my own visual language. As in the way that a writer uses poetry to make words be more than just words.
The act of painting: brushes full of paint describing light, feeling their way around the arc of a shoreline, inadvertently dragging bright green through pale blue. Expressive marks that both describe and negate the subject matter. Abstracted shapes that are reminiscent of known forms but that have a purpose in the painting other than merely describing that known form.
I have always painted. I was certain of being an artist as I grew up. Yet painting has always been a battle. I work directly, confidently, diligently and take risks in my work. But a sense of confidence is always elusive. I’m never on solid ground for long.
On one side of this battle is certainty of purpose and clarity of vision. On the other side is doubt and insecurity. My paintings are made in the space between the two. Consequently the paintings continue to evolve. I work in series, painting my way through an idea until finding resolution and then making my way forward to a new series as the outcome of this process.