| Slipping Glimpser, 48"x60", mixed-media, 2013 |
Painting is arguably an archaic practice in this crazy, fast-paced world that is increasingly digitized and impermanent. It is a slow and often deliberate activity. My own work has gotten increasingly complex in structure and composition over the past few years as I've attempted to digest the imagery that we are all inundated with throughout the day. As a visual person the act of conscious seeing is sometimes overwhelming. While I sleep, all of those images seem to mingle with the real and imagined ones, with memory, space, and time. They later emerge on the canvas.
My process begins with a collaged piece of paper or a bit of paint, or both. They are the opening line of a story with an unknown ending. It sometimes feels as if I'm playing the old "Telephone" game where a phrase gets passed from one person to the next and the next all the while getting rearranged into something new, even though I'm talking to myself. What I glue, the marks that I make and/or the choices of color are all equally intuitive. Eventually a pattern emerges and there it is, a satisfying yet fleeting glimpse.

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