Painting shows up as a language, though what is seen is something entirely
unfamiliar to me. Although I usually cannot find the words, through my practice
I am discovering an alphabet of marks, a system of communication.
With painting I have a portal, a place to enter and exit. This experience
leads me to question my surroundings, behavior, and habits. Disturbing my
casual reality, this research guides me away from a comfortable surrounding to a
vulnerable confrontation of possibility.