I paint.

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I am an artist. I make paintings as if they are sculptures.

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I excavate problems of painting.

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My painting has a tide and a flow. It washes things away. I use washes of colour.

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Painting is an anthropology.

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My paintings are material articulations of the problems and questions of painting.

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My biggest secrets are hidden in my paintings. 

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My studio is my stage. I have kitchen discos in the studio.

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Painting and I exist in the same space. We share a body but painting hasn't grown eyes yet.​

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I don't think there's anything that allows me to understand myself like painting does. I am unmasked, vulnerable, and un-judged. Maybe painting does judge me.

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Horses should not be painted.

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There is a beautiful moment of balance in painting just as control transitions to intuition.

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I continually push painting off a metaphorical cliff to find the moment of its collapse.

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Painting is an arena.

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I sabotage painting in this arena.

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I want there to be a flow between the internal (intangible) and external (tangible) spaces of painting; my painting possesses space which is both internal and external to the canvas.

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Reach into my paintings please.

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I divide space in painting like the clouds are divided. 

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I am interested in the space between the canvas and the surface of the painting. It's like a soup in there.

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I take and replace things. Things gather, I gather things, things sediment in space.

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I like reanimating things: objects, memories, colours. I collect ephemeral things.

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Removing paint is just as important and frequent as adding it, or pushing it around.

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Brushes wade in paint.

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I tap the top of my beer can three times before I open it.

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I want to fill the space in my paintings with as much as possible. Its aggressive. You'd suffocate if you stepped inside them.

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Painting is a test of resilience.

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Painting is mine. I can do what I like with painting.

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Painting is a process of learning and understanding more than it is making. The visual outcome doesn't really matter. I'm terrible at remembering this.

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Painting is like cooking. Painters are like chefs.

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I play with my food.

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Soup.

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Painting is selfish. Painting is absurd.

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When the end result isn’t important, I return to a child-like exploration of making.

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I need failure.

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I can do everything when I’m not allowed to do anything.

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Painting is, and should be, fun(ny)

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