I paint what I love.

One day all of what we love and cherish, all that we despise and hate, and even that which we ignore and cannot understand will disappear from this earth.

We can do nothing to change this, no trace can be meaningfully preserved, no remnant will remain.

In the face of disintegration and dissolution we can only say yes.  Yes, to being here now; yes, to sharing this time with all that is now here; yes, to experiencing the painful and poignant beauty of the transient. 

The fleeting nature of living things is common to all, and through this commonality we can know our kinship with the rest of life, and our belonging to this infinitely complex, fluid, evolving, uncertain, endlessly interrelated, never-to-be-repeated world.

Painting consists of the transformation of what was seen through immersion in this ephemeral world by what was felt in its presence. 

This is what I paint, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.