I’m fascinated by that moment when a painting is neither finished nor figured out. Something isn’t working, the composition feels awkward, the color is wrong, and the whole thing might be headed for the trash. Then I move something, add something, take something away and suddenly... there it is.

That little spark when all the unrelated pieces begin to belong together. I’m always looking for that balance between harmony and surprise, intention and accident, knowing what I’m doing and happily getting lost.