JUNE 5, 2018

Painting will always fascinate me like no other medium.  How in the world can this colorful, oily substance on my palette appear to turn into a cloud?  Or light on the leaves of a tree? Or a nameless emotion, a memory? It defies all explanation.  It is this mystical potential in painting, to not know the most apparently obvious things, that truly is a gift.  It’s easily missed if you think about it just as it’s easily taken for granted that the mundane is not exciting.  It is in the act of painting itself that the apparently mundane becomes new and strange again.  We should guard against trying to know what art is but we should simultaneously strive to know everything about it.