Painting is the process of unlearning all of whatever I've been conditioned to think, believe, a way of forgetting everything I presume to be true. A painting accepts no sort of ideology or conceptual framework. The image of something, a bowl or a cloud, refuses any limitation placed on it by the intellect. So in making a painting, I forget all of what I've taken to be true. It is always the case that I am surprised by what I have painted, am doubtful of what I believe it to be, and even if I'm satisfied by aspects of the image it's just as likely that by stepping back to look at it I will be surprised by what it is as though it were painted by itself, as though it somehow made itself. Within that process there are no reference points. Everything becomes strange and infinitely generous.