In the artist’s words:
I continue to manipulate and push the boundaries of paint and mark-making, always seeking a final product that is “complete”. You see the dilemma, right? Is there ever a completed abstract painting? How do I know when the last stroke is the last? I have always felt a little bit out of place in this world. A mish mash of this…maybe a little of that… and mixed with a whole lot of everything else. But somehow, with every wrong turn I made in my life, I’ve ended up here. And “here”, frankly, is a pretty darn good place to be. My acrylic abstract painting is a riddle that I’m always trying to solve…my quest and longing for that perfect completed piece of art; a metaphor for my entire state of being. I wonder what would happen should I ever paint that perfect piece of artwork…
