Painting? Painting is dead so why do it? What does it mean in 2010. Painting, like breathing, is a natural act and my being alive.

Silent staring. One does it to survive. Nothing! Blank! One line leads to something, something leads to another. No longer blank. The drawing of a line, defining something and nothing. Cross the line. Red verses blue, left or right, good and evil. The balance of here and now, confinement. Tangible to touch and identified. Buildings crowd the city, fighting for their space. People crowd subway cars at rush hour. The inanimate and life, side by side separated by color and form. My paintings have to do with that coexistence. A co-existance where tension separates one from another. Grids define space, a system to keep order, predictable. The tension of one jostling another until equilibrium is reached; this equilibrium describes my idea of the commonly used stripe.

Earlier works… the stripes…

In the later works things become less defined a need to explode without the tension or formality of urban grid, abandonment. The space between, yes, I know that’s a shoe, to what is it. Seeing everything and seeing nothing. Values and judgment are altered. People no longer joined. but isolated. What’s next? I-Pods, computers, cell phones everyone in his or her own self-imposed exile. Disjointed, breaking apart creating vast spaces in that urban landscape. Spontaneously expressing the rigidness of isolation.