I lived in London for a year recently Ė before going, a couple of painter friends and I mulled over what living abroad would ďdoĒ to my painting and maybe my sensibility as an artist.
What it seemed to do Ė which I didnít expect Ė is confirm my identity firmly and squarely as an American, for better or worse. Just that, you know, this is where Iím from, and it has informed who I am probably more than Iím fully aware of.The things that earlier influenced my work and thought, i.e., Amish and Shaker things, seem now like just the most obvious manifestations of something in me thatís drawn particularly to the past of this place I live in.
The most recent past body of work was riffing on my thinking about mining, and underground fires, and uncontrollable things that go on around us that can be both terrifying and beautiful.
The current stuff is more or less a continuation of that Ė in these paintings Iím interested in seeing how rocks sort of talk with the painted surface they sit on, how a created thing (my painting) and a thing plucked from nature can interact with one another in a compelling way.