Much of the work is a study of the aloneness. Faces and figures caught in a moment of quiet existence. Meanwhile, a galaxy of life swirls within, unbidden, infinite.
I have always been disinclined to explain the work I do, even to myself. Explain too much and the thing dies. I derive the greatest wonder not from definitions, but from maneuvering within mysteries. As Richard Ford writes, "The world is not only stranger than we know but a lot stranger than we CAN know." Perhaps when I finish my last painting I will be able to look back and state exactly what I was trying to achieve the whole time.
But I hope not.