As an adult who went to live with my adopted family around the age of one, I have begun to wonder whether I came to abstraction because much of what I have to convey is preverbal.
To look at my paintings is to see evidence of a struggle, often joyful, using different techniques, language, if you will, to get my emotional meaning across.
My process involves laying down a series of marks, directly on the painting surface or indirectly on a disposable palette sheet which I then press onto the painting surface. Standing back and assessing what I have done, my next move is to use up any wet paint I have leftover by applying it to the same or another surface. I always have plenty of paintings in process. One day, I am all about mono-printing. Another day, I employ spray paint and stencil to multiple unfinished works.
Working with acrylic paints on paper and/or wood panel, sometimes sanding intermittently, I create forms from things that catch my eye in the world, often repeating them as an organizing principle. I paint with brush, paint knife, roller, or squeegee, sometimes printing with string. Layer upon layer, I mask and partially reveal what lies beneath. The process of sanding and buffing burnishes the surface and aspects of buried history or palimpsest are brought to light.