Sometimes when I start hearing a horn play – such as Coltrane’s late music – the color begins to resonate and I know I have arrived with the painting.
The forms in my paintings are generated from the patterns of the internal workings of thought which are independent of what is seen ‘ in nature’.
A space has to be charged with energy like the Cinnamon Shops in Bruno Shultz.
Like going through a Labyrinth of one of Shultz’s stories where linear time and space seize to exist.
What we don’t know we invent, and we invent from our imagination.
My roots are in space and light.
That is where freedom is.
Working from intuition in gathering light / space.
Wait and it will come.
Not subjective gestural expressions of angst or primordial energies.
The semi-permeable membrane is where a cell can control what comes in and out.