Studies In Black
The dried ink on the canvas offer me a bustling, swirling Black Universe of galactical objects and spaces in which I can imagine new forms, bodies (both terrestrial and heavenly). As I draw them, I sing. I also speak openly to them and to myself as they come into being. It is an equally beautiful and anxiety-producing process for me, that inevitably leaves me satisfied and frustrated nearly every time I engage it.
From the floor to the wall, my perspective of these bodies are always shifting. I spend many of my studio hours staring at the works, sometimes, weeks, months, and yes, even years at a time. The creation of these bodies from a technical standpoint happens rather quickly. But, the in-between times – those spaces in which I am staring intently at a work and deciding in which direction it should grow (or wondering if it might already be complete) – well, let’s just say that I have been staring at certain works in my studio for a long time, now.
I don’t like forcing creation. These bodies have a right to exist when they are ready to do so.