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Feb 12th ’21

Making art, being engaged with the making, is an important part of my everyday. Admittedly it is a refuge but it is also a practice I depend on. Mark making, pushing paint around with a brush or knife, walking back, and being critical of the canvas and the next act are singular acts that weave themselves into my daily life. I gladly trade the frustrations engendered by the politics of the day with the frustrations of painting. I can work through an incalcitrant passage of an image. I can work through the paint to a resolution or at least I can see the path, the process, the inter-relationships. The making of a painting, the process, is what Art is to me.