The act of painting in the studio is like being in a thicket.

In this series of paintings, I create a place that has no center, no direction, and no scale. A place where all the areas are equal in their insignificance. This thicket, for me,  is a hiding place and provides protection from the outside gaze. It allows me to search for a new painterly language, to explore the presence and freedom of the hand’s movement with the paintbrush, to extend the senses to imagination and forms and to open the eyes, instincts, and conscience by providing a place for an internal, subjective voice.

The thicket is a metaphor of a complex, at times obscure, crumbling and falling apart, reality. A place in which beauty and ugliness, life and decay exist in tandem. Unable to find my way in space, I must rely on myself, because I am, in fact, the “place” in which everything happens.