The second choice is my stroke. It transmits my will. The stroke is the application of the Other to the Blank. With tools and pigments the page, clay or stone are painted, added to, cut away. In my abstracts I want to record a moment in the counterpoint between and rhythm of inside, outside and Void.
Ink marks the page where something new rises out of nothing.
I work in the landscape where my edges come together. This is a view from that shoreline. These pieces are cross sections of the sun's fire or diagrams of the sand swallowing my feet. I make a handle out of a breaking wave in order to pick up and examine the sea. I'm trying to paint the bones of a cloud.