Discovery, not perfection, is my ultimate goal in art making.
Discovery about how far I can push paint, paper, graphite, inks, pastels and found materials to form a visual narrative.
Discovery of what lights and excites me given the hues, textures, random marks and forms that find their way into
Discovery of how willing I am to risk loss-for-reward as I take each work through a cycle of building, degrading, adding
and removing multiple elements and materials.
As an emerging artist, at a mature age, I find myself
exploring a most liminal psychic space. I have a lifetime of "was-es" (was this/was that) -- experiences not irrelevant to
who I am now but not primary to the life I have unfolding.
I am the space of pure potential, both personally and artistically.
Of course, all art is personal. The record of who I've been is referenced in the scared surfaces, torn paper edges, broken lines and often muted colors of my backgrounds. It is the
bolder forms, in strong contrast to those backgrounds, that convey the threshold of discovery I now occupy.