I make paintings out of noise. The noise of words. Spoken, heard, seen, read, found. Words I come across just because I’m there. Like a WTF moment. Words stick. I hear them in my head over and over. Not being understood, but as nonsense, a token of a shared experience. I paint abstractions out of that. All that hit-and-run noise. The babel and banality of daily life.
The most productive I’ve been recently, was from having met people in all kinds of places across Italy. Being there I learned that otherwise commonplace moments were a joyous source of poetic words. I feel like I have found a path to a deeper understanding of my own work. Those fresh experiences fed my practice in ways I couldn’t predict. I was seeing different with an ease I don’t recall feeling before, and I want to make work from that sacred head space again.