Light at the End - acrylic on Dibond, 60 x 70cm, August 2020.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how painting is really a process of discovery. I just start working even if I don’t know exactly where I’m going. I’m always a little fearful at first. What if this exploration doesn’t produce anything worthwhile? Is there anything even left to find? Somehow I always seem to discover something along the way. I know I haven’t arrived yet, but that’s as good a reason as any to keep going.

Ambivalence - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 60 x 70 cm, August 2020.

I see two different spaces existing on the same plane, pushing against each other, then bleeding together.

Embark - acrylic on Dibond, 60 x 70 cm, August 2020.

There is a bleary sleep-deprived feeling I experience when leaving for an early morning flight or a road-trip that I associate with this painting. It takes me to half-dreaming state where darkness recedes and the world is slowly humming to life. That experience also contains a feeling of resistance, because there’s a part of me that would rather stay home and go back to sleep. But knowing I have somewhere to go is enough to push me through. Painting itself has some parallels, it requires concerted effort to keep pursuing it, but the newness of the destination and the things I discover along the way keep drawing me in.

Old Glass - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 60 x 70cm, August 2020.

Sometimes I try to remember certain parts of my life, but find that my recollections have become very blurry. There are always moments that retain a much higher clarity, but it’s unsettling how much just gets smeared together. I tend to optimistically got through life assuming that I’ll remember everything worth remembering, but I’ve realized that it requires more effort to keep those memories alive. Maybe this painting can function as a reminder to hold on to them more tightly.

Head River - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 40 x 70 cm, August 2020.

Thoughts constantly churn through my mind, like a fluid loop that gradually warps, disintegrates, and evolves. Expressing them through words is frustrating, my best chance is to capture them in a picture, to momentarily hold the rush in some kind of frame. It’s just a pale reflection.

Serac - acrylic on Dibond, 40 x 70 cm, August 2020.

I’m obsessed with winter, partly because I grew up in the tropics, but I’ve always been more at home in cold air. When I look at this painting I think of some kind of delirious mountain climbing excursion, like some kind of extreme experience that forces people to the limits of human ability. I’m often amazed at the strength ordinary people can muster up just to keep moving forward.

Black Ice - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 40 x 70 cm, August 2020.

Have you ever dreamed of trying to run, but you can only move in slow motion? Sometimes it feels impossible to gain traction. But the truth is all that effort has to lead to something, we just can’t be sure of what form it will take.

Rime - acrylic on Dibond, 40 x 70 cm, August 2020.

Ice unexpectedly emerged as a theme while working in black and white. Rime is ice that forms when airborne water droplets freeze to solid surfaces, like when fog causes freezes and builds up on tree branches. Wintery atmospheres have a quiet magic to them. Those black voids could represent an interruption, a slow break down in transmission, a dream coming to an end.

Radiation Fog - acrylic on Dibond, 60 x 60 cm, August 2020.

This painting emits a sense of harmony. Many different textural elements coexist to gently lead the eye through the square, giving it a relaxing slowness. It feels like an early morning, when the fog that has formed overnight is still cloaking the world in its haze.

Breathwork - acrylic on Dibond, 60 x 60 cm, August 2020.

The back and forth of drawing in air and releasing it is more mysterious than we realize. I’ve become more aware of how I breathe, especially when it comes to getting my mind to calm down enough to fall asleep. Somehow slowing that rhythm down causes those clouds of thought to dissolve.

Diving Bell - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 60 x 60 cm, August 2020.

The possibilities to explore never end, whether it’s painting, playing the violin, reaching out into space, or venturing to the depths of the ocean. There is something beautifully deep about the pitch black of the unknown.

Bending Architecture - acrylic and India ink on Dibond, 60 x 60 cm, August 2020.

The film “Inception” left quite the impression with its imaginative twisting of the physical world. Immovable infrastructure liquefied into unrecognizable contortions. Digital tools made that imagery possible, and they will continue to stretch our understanding of reality. Physical limitations disappear on this new frontier.

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