This is an old painting that was once capturing yesterday. I wanted it to capture today, so I reworked it. I didn’t succeed in getting my canvas to capture “Today.” Instead, it’s all about being “stuck in the middle.” I am (by choice) “stuck in the middle.” This is where I want to be and where I choose to be. I teeter on worshiping this “middle space.” I’m not sure I care to ever stop.
I look at my art and I see a strange opportunity. I can reach through time and space without making a sound or anyone ever knowing I’ve been there. It’s a two-dimensional plane that offers me length, breadth, and depth. There are layers of space on my 2D canvases. You can reach back deep and see things that are tucked behind and hidden in surprising places. There are little doors that it seems you just might be able to open. It all suggests that there is someplace to go here. Even though these are all places in the past, I can go there in the present. I hang out in between many places in space. My art is my time machine.