I tend to observe closely the details I pass while walking and running errands. Oftentimes, I think my brain is itching to reuse, resolve, organise, or reconfigure the material situation I am witnessing. My artwork becomes an outlet for this desire.
At some point, I started taking my observations as teachings, the arrangements or material applications I’d consider successful, are logged somewhere in my mind as options to reproduce in the studio. There, in my studio, I can work with textural references and a naturally occurring chaos / mess of materials which ensues in the process of making. I recollect the patterns I’ve seen on my routes - the way the stones were arranged, how the demolished concrete wall has facets of its purple paint synchronistically organized in a pile.
As I walk in the world, I see things that make me say to myself - “THAT is art!” - what determines this classification is a love for what is not planned, yet beautifully, holistically, organized on a surface or in space. I admire “flow state” - often seeking it in my experience - while at odds with an overactive mind, ripe for rheumenation under stress.
