I had someone look at my work and say it felt like being at the public pool on a summer day. You step out on the hot concrete and little pockets of steam rise up from under your feet. And the pool is right there, the relief, but you’re not in it yet.
That feeling of tension, of knowing and anticipating a sensation yet not being able to access it, is what I’m trying to bring across in my work. It roams between intimacy and space, the raw and erotic, invention and memory. It moonlights as reality when really it is fantasy. With paint or ink, and a variety of kitchen utensils, I create work that is half mistake, half intention, and completely idealized. I’m stealing moves from Goya to Dutch masters to Peter Doig. Focusing on touch, I suggest things left behind, things caressed, human contact, often with food as organic, soft and seductive- like human body. My recent body of work is quick and active. It is made to capture emotion rather than tell a story.