I work directly on the surface with no prior idea of what is to be done, no thought, actually chasing thoughts away when they appear, mocking any rules that come up by doing exactly what my thought-self says shouldn't be done. I think of my paintings as play, as breathing, as my most simple natural self. I wish I could wear them on my face and walk around, then I would surely be the best person I could be.

The subject is energy. I keep breaking up the surface. To work two-dimensionally feels deadening. I don't want to be caught and killed behind a frame. Creation is silly and crazy and dumb, makes its own rules and doesn't answer questions, creation laughs a lot. Color is a bunch of children tumbling all over each other trying to get attention.
Color is laughter. The children rip up the surface refusing to play by the rules and be serious.

In my big white studio the children come, tickling, teasing, they tug till I play. A painting is a blueprint of the game, is the game itself, an action, a verb, a slicing into infinity.