In the best of times and the worst of times – it’s about aggression. So much aggression welled up. My day job is all about showing nothing but pleasantness, no matter how rough life is. It’s a fucking miracle any of us ever get through all this shit. My art is all about that aggression I can’t let out any other way. Refining aggression.
When I paint, I feel the movement of my body, the muscles in my arm and fingers gripping the paintbrush and gliding it along the surface. It’s a rhythm of marks, colors, textures. They all play together – starting out like multiple music boxes playing in chaos – then develop into odd harmonies, always in the minor scale.