“I conjure up my thoughts with a huge ladle,
Splashing dirt, wiping clean. Splashing dirt, purification.
Identity, substance, dismantling and assembling
Forming the platform for deformation.
Strength, flinging and lashing, expression, juxtaposed against poetry.
Walking a thin red line devoid of a safety net.
A central image juxtaposed against Rorschach blots.
Disciplined, while kicking and going wild too.
Getting a kick out of being a vandal.
Flooding mulled over thoughts and abysses.
Civil injustice, spiritual elevation, human relationships, social justice
And a wide-ranging palette of emotions and feelings.
I bring myself to the work table. I lay my guts down
Aesthetics, revulsion - both with the power to mesmerize me.
Acrylic pigments and industrial emulsions respond quickly,
As do my stomach and head,
Not necessarily in that order.
For my work I mostly use plywood.
I am in love with its rawness.
Respect its textures.
In the last few years, I am working on unstretched canvas, love their wrinkles, as life itself.
Soft pencils and graphite sit integrally in the palm of my hand. I start with darkness; optimism grows into being in the course of my work. Sometimes stabbing the plywood, sometimes cradling it. Observing my work... overcome with excitement. Things there that are hidden even from me.”
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