I experience the painting practice as giving voice to the subconscious, trusting the effort to give form to that which lies just beyond perception. The process begins following the mood of light and season with sensations of sounds or silence,. Emotional impulse is conducting. The palette is laid out, the crayon or brush makes the first mark. The mark repeats, opens into line, threads into space, concentrates density. Color follows the map, as paint buries line, gets scraped away and rebuilds. Ghosts surface and disappear again under more layers of color. Thick and thin, the process traces a story, celebrating the medium until the painting is born, speaking its name.