During my youth painting evolved from painting. I did not think of bodies of work or a career as an artist. I sought escape. Regarding subject matter, I wished to be a figurative artist so I painted and drew the landscape, figures/portraits and still life. Most of what consumed me was the desire to be good but the overwhelming feeling was, mediocre. It never kept me from doing, I always believed. There was and is one constant. In the moment, during the process, the high of seeing something evolve and self-assured feelings that it's 'great' then the reality that it's just okay, great, okay... That roller-coaster ride doesn't end but I now use the feelings to a healthier advantage. The questions keep me striving to be good and not settle for what I can do but what I might do next.
Lately, meaning the last decade I took the leap into more abstract painting and my process has become more deliberate with conscious decisions playing more of a part in the outcome. At the core, paint on the canvas. It has come down to something as basic as that. Whether working large or small one concern is how color/paint react with each other. Is it pleasing, ugly, life with all its highs and lows is what I wish to convey.