Abstract & Bloom
The focus of my studio practice is no different from the practice of living—
a steady undoing, a constant letting go.
It turns in cycles thru stages of nothingness, growth, beauty, death—
like the flowers in the garden.
In the studio, I sit with the discomfort of not knowing.
If I step aside, if I loosen my grip,
curiosity takes the lead, and something unexpected begins to breathe.
Paint is layered, stripped, and buried again.
A razor blade, a belt sander, a dremel—tools of erasure.
Raw pigment, binder, silt,
and colors chosen by intuition, not reason,
are spread with worn brushes, a putty knife, or simply poured.
Sometimes I even paint in the dark.
Process is painting as verb.
Improvisation is constant.
And then, almost without warning, a painting arrives—
a noun, a presence.
The cycle continues:
curiosity, procrastination, patience, attachment, chaos, arrival.
Again and again, I practice the art of undoing.
Preciousness is surrendered.
And though everything is impermanent,
there comes a moment of declaration—
the painting exist.