I like to think that my paintings are like mirrors in old, ornate frames, drawing from painting traditions to reflect the unreliable consequences of perception itself.
Perception is a paradox: a bridging of the uncrossable gap between self and world. An image is a game that plays out in this chasm.
The works never quite fall into irony. The more seriously you take them, the less seriously you are able to take yourself. The less seriously you take them, the more you let yourself down.
In this series I am mixing underpainting and fine detail in unexpected ways, both frustrating and fulfilling the desire for the poetry of loose mark-making, and also the desire for finished perfection.
My paintings are moving targets, hovering beween conflicted, binary ideas about art and meaning. The resulting discomfort and pleasure might reflect the uneasiness and joy of life.