The process is the same whether the support is paper, wood, or canvas.

Seemingly endless applications of paint represent ideas that have been edited out, scraped down, sanded over, and covered by more ideas.

Endless attempts to resolve the piece are evident in the painting’s surface: the false starts, aborted ideas, and painterly conceits that go nowhere.

Once in a while when I am lucky and/or patient, it happens . . . the piece takes shape, makes sense, is finished — that is, it separates from me.

Although not always visible in reproductions, the surfaces often contain irregularities, records of experience contributing to the painting’s final state.