​When I paint I am interested in the feel of things, in optical effect, emotion, rhythm, energy and space. I think about the range of patterns humans observe and engage in. One end is simple and mesmerizing like counting or the sound of rain, and the other is complex like a piece of music so powerful it brings you to tears. What is this range? Inward vs outward? Simplicity can go deep and wild expression can suddenly hit clarity. Order is knowing the sun will come up and disorder is the chaos of life. Cars crash every day. Yet far more cars don't crash than do. Why is that? There is magic behind the disorder. What holds things together and sets us free? 

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