poetry

Notes on Another Night in the Ruins series

Making art is propelled by a kind of hunger. It is a walk toward the horizon– a horizon that everyone sees but no one can reach. There is an urgency to keep walking toward it, in spite of all the evidence of its intangibility. There is a paradox in aiming for something we cannot achieve– for example, I want to saturate my paintings with sound. I want to make paintings that have notes. I want a painting  to be like a song you cannot quite remember, but when you hear it, feel like you have always known it.

Read More