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For me painting is both sensual and sensuous and, beyond that, an act of self-confession. It is a passionate, compelling enterprise which starts with a blur—a dim vision that demands materialization. It is rich in conflict and contradiction and far more than simply visual. The visual unfolding enlivens all the senses—taste, touch, smell and sound, as well as sight. I am out to name with paint that which is unnamable, to tell what is untellable. I am intensely present and fiercely absent—one with the paint as a living thing—as life. I am in an eye-gouging brawl, using fingers, thumbs, and the heels of my hands to possess the paint in a fever of contrived strokes. Painting is the way I seek myself, find myself, and lose myself all over again.
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