My recent work documents a personal artistic struggle, between the urge to make gestural marks guided by intuition, versus the more neurotic impulse to refine, correct, and erase. The former I consider to be an underlying drive which I’ve tried to coax myself to embrace, while I regard the latter as an essential tool that can quickly become an impediment.
While this painting trades in many of the same visual tropes that I’ve tended to geek out on—flatness versus depth, suspended movement, indeterminate space, mark as figure—I’m pleased to have tempered some of my more typically angular, hard-edged tendencies, to allow looser strokes and more organic forms to emerge: tendons, joints and limbs, strange chambers, and all manner of sopping viscera.