The act of painting seems to represent some sort of quest. I always have a sense that I'm searching for something when I am making a painting. It’s always there, but it’s also ever elusive. I can sense it but never really grab hold of it. It seems to me to be one of the greatest factors in my experience with any kind of art, be it painting or music or any other creative endeavor. To inhabit another reality where all of existence is simultaneous, and where there is no time. Where everything seems both random and ordered.

Everything inspires me. It can really be anything. The color or texture or movement of a random object I may encounter. Something I have read that's completely unrelated to painting. A conversation. Sometimes a certain piece of music will spawn an idea, the texture or layers in a melody can remind me of something I was working on or just give me an idea about how to develop an idea. I have been a musician my whole life as well, so I tend to see music in a very visual way.

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