Painting is alchemy. Spirit and matter transformed in the crucible of painting.
Nothing is static: As I change paint into paintings, I feel the paintings change me.
I paint because I have to see again and again what will happen next when I am mixed with paint. And while the paintings are clearly visible, what I bring to them seems largely hidden. Daily living is a wall behind which much of our being resides and acts in the dark. The paintings then become a means of trying to find out just who is painting them.
Painting is a moving balance between controlling the painting and allowing it to lead the way. The magic is in finding a way to let go.