I want to make a painting that reads as a painting.
But also maybe not.

I want to make a painting that walks a line between painting and drawing.
That walks a line between the colors, between an object and an image, and treats both as possibility.

A painting that suggests a place between the pulling of ambivalent extremes. 
A middle ground. 

A milder zone of being.

I want to embrace this “kind of just enough” place.
Embrace incremental steps, small tight forms of knowledge,
and a modest cognizance of paintings limitations as well as it's evocative power within the context of life's uncertainty, brevity and seductive mystery.