I paint to grow. I paint to be surprised. I paint in an attempt to summon the unknown, to wish it into being, to freeze that fleeting glimpse in time. This ‘unknown’, once it is conjured, remains ambiguous but somehow mysteriously very familiar, very close to me. It’s a trusting search in the dark. It is a dialog, a call and response. It is a struggle to stay open and pay attention and wait. I love this struggle. I never plan what I will paint, but my paintings have always turned out to be about our human condition, about living with paradox – caught suspended between the earth and the stars. I love oil paint. I love the way it can shine. I love the way it is slick and slides against itself. I love the wordless, infinite and mysterious meaning of color. I love that it can be always in motion, that it vibrates. I am not interested in the static. I don’t want to play with ideas. I want the flow, the passion. I want to live in the question.