The other thing they say about me is that I'm probably
an obsessive compulsive. I don't know that I can disagree. As a
kid I always colored inside the lines. Never going beyond the lines,
over it, or banging into it...just touching up against it softly
and neatly. I worried my mother when I would colour an entire page
with one singular marker stroke made up of perfectly parallel lines.
I'd sit at the kitchen table writing meaningless paragraphs over
and over until every line, every letter, matched in height, width,
Now people say my condition, my compulsion towards
simplicity and perfection serves me well. The lines you see in my
paintings are not masked. They are all done free-hand, painstakingly
and lovingly. I do not use an airbrush nor any type of masking technique,
instead choosing brushes and meticulous hand edging techniques.
Technically, I'm old-fashioned European. Formally,
up-to-the-minute. It's all there- smoldering beneath the surface,
a slow steady burn: the desire to know what two colors side-by-side
and other combinations of visual elements look like, the desire
to create quality that will sustain beyond the immediate, the desire
to manufacture a pure experience, the desire to touch perfection.
I paint because I am obsessed with the idea of