It’s rare for me to look upon a blank space without also seeing some sort of imagined line crawling across it. My journey began in response to this impulse, and as I walk this path I find I am far from alone. In painting for this show, I found myself falling slowly and deeply back into covering space with line work. I let the lines be themselves. I listened to the layers. I let the lines surprise me.
Part of the great surprise is seeing how the world interacts with my work. The lines are simple machinations of my mind. They flow out of me in meditation and in mediation with myself. I paint faces and variations of the human form hoping to embody energies and thoughts I believe should exist in the eternal image. The faces become masks; the masks become protective talismans. The lines speak every language; they thrum in their own energy. We can climb, swim, inhale, and exist inside of this. The line connects us.