I engage in this quiet debate in my head.

Sometimes I want to come up with some stupid generalization

as to why my painting is not done yet.

I desperately want it to be done

but at the same time I know I need to too push it a little further.

Add a little more detail.

Sometimes ambiguitiy works sometimes it not enough.

I always dwell in the possibility that I know where I’m headed

but occasionally I have to ask for directions

A direction I may not like.

Until I experience that moment of truth I venture on.

I engage in this quiet debate in my head.

Sometimes I hope for the accidental

as my intuitive manner of painting continues.

My acual interpretation of life into art

lies on a thin line of boring right now something is lacking.

It’s kinda mind numbing.

My art needs to challenge and reaffirm my ideas.

I guess my work is always a revolution of self.

I understand that now.

It’s that unequivocal commitment to the painting surface.

As an artist I take this paint and try to create some order.

Then and only then will I be done