These paintings can be described as landscapes that use abstract painting language. They are about feeling out that space between somewhere new and something finished; this in-between rests on a singular picture plane containing multiple paintings in pursuit of a temporal intrusion into the immaterial. The paintings try to negotiate the obfuscation of intersecting places with calligraphic marks moving in and out of vibrating color relationships.
Memories or something like memories are conjured by place, time, touch, and overlap and swim together. Each layer is about a particular place: the foggy morning bluffs near my old brick farm house, that mountain I climbed in central Asia, my (our) dear Venice, the hills in the distance after my daughter was born, or where you are buried.