Art says what cannot be said.
Art needs no meaning to exist, yet most things are expected to-even people.
The desire to find meaning where there is none is prevalent in the arts. I think it’s innately human to look for it, and if meaning isn’t easily known, we tend to make it up. As I was making these paintings I started to think of the images as pages in books. Or more specifically, single statements in books of which the contexts are not known. Imagine opening a book to a random page, putting your finger on a single sentence, and constructing a meaning around it. It might come as a surprise that to make sense of something one needs nothing more than that. Think of these paintings as jumping off points for some independent thought on the subjects of nature, relationships, spirituality, and the politics of personal choice.