I create with acrylic paints, crayons, pencils, brushes, canvas and panels. Non of that is terribly relevant except in casual conversation. I paint intuitively while at the same working to compositionally “get it right”. There is solace in making art, oftentimes a feeling of community, but of what I don’t always know: Maybe with nature, people, ghosts and ancient cultures. Or distant galaxies. I don’t always understand what I create, and that’s fine. To this day I cannot explain a Totem Forest. If there is anything that I celebrate with art it would be Mystery, irreducible and all about us. Painting is a lot of work with a few small inspirations along the way. And it’s like hanging out with Serendipity which somehow makes it okay.