I’m interested in that point where the illusion breaks down.
I’m interested in examining the third dimension of painting and drawing.
I’m interested in not making overtly political statements.
I’m interested in not making work about my personal history.
I’m interested in limiting myself to a self-contained “abstract” vocabulary.
I’m interested in the chemical and physical properties of polyurethane foam.
I’m interested in the freedom found in working under certain conventions.
I’m interested in pushing the viewer into participation through reduction.
I’m interested in the effects of gravity on a painted surface.
I’m interested in paintings that don’t hang straight or that aren’t quite square.
I’m interested in things that might be perfect in another reality, but in THIS reality are just a little bit off.
I’m interested in what is stark.
I’m interested in editing.
I'm interested in redundancy.
I'm interested in painting as an artifact of a dead era.
I'm interested in painting as a relevant, contemporary medium.
I'm interested in avoiding boring compositions.
I'm interested in color as an empty signifier.
I’m interested in plastic and plastic-like surfaces.
I’m interested in making paintings out of something else besides paint, cotton and wood.
I’m interested in stacked books.
I’m interested in deadmalls.com.
I’m interested in how objects alter the space around them.
I’m interested in how space alters the objects it surrounds.
I’m interested in repositioning abstraction.
I’m interested in making questions.
I’m interested in answers that are both true and false.
I’m interested in lying your way to the truth.
I’m interested in the fragility of the art object.
I’m interested in holes is walls that have no purpose.
I’m interested in the theoretical possibility of creating endless compositions.
I’m interested in blue tarps.
I’m interested in wood painted white.
I’m interested in chunks of red wax.
I’m interested in things people can describe as jello-like.
I’m interested in the study of sloppy craft.
I’m interested in the Buddhist Temples of Northern Laos.
I’m interested in capturing fragments.
I’m interested in the dirty, dusty image a hung picture leaves on the wall after it’s taken away.
I’m interested in joy.
I’m interested in things that are about “nothing”.
I’m interested in the way rice fields look in early spring.
I’m interested in objects you have no name for.
I’m interested in being stuck on the basic problems in putting a painting support together.
I’m interested in the big, empty space that inhabits the center of my work.