filled with the personal details, thoughts, and answers to questions granted by a certain intimate personal knowledge and history.
Like we already know each other so I can say this this way
and you'll know what I mean without having to wonder about it.
I think of all the desires I've confused myself with in my life, it is the desire for intimacy that encompasses them all. What is it about us human beings that cannot exist without this?
All things being filtered through my art; over time my paintings have become my representatives, speaking for me through metaphors and parables of color, line, and texture. They reveal my need to reveal myself. They act not only as a means of communication but encapsulate a part of me I don't even understand.
They share my deepest secrets... and there is nothing more intimate than a secret shared. It can give you almost a smug feeling to know someone has chosen you to reveal themselves to.
That's what I want my art to be: a secret moment shared.
Because at its best and bravest art has the ability to do that, to act as a catalyst, moving us from one place to another, even if just in our imaginations.