When I set out to create I don’t know where I start nor do I know where I end. The more I make art the more it becomes about failure and mistakes than about success and yet, I tell myself, the journey is something much greater than the imagined destination.
I think I would cease to exist if I reached my destination. Our work is born out of a quest to explore that which remains stubbornly unknown to us. For all of us, artists and otherwise, we consider ourselves accomplished if, in course of our work, we advance our knowledge even a little bit. I seem to be going in a reverse direction because I know less as I go along rather than more. It takes courage to take up the brush day after day to pursue an open ended inquiry and I must repeatedly teach myself that the process of making art, ie, watching, recording, discovering, assimilating is what making art is all about and the original destination I had in mind when I first embarked on this journey is nothing but a fleeting memory of youthful exuberance.