Size: 6"W x 6"H x 1.5"D
Year Created: 2018
Ready to Hang
"It is the duty of the writer to lift up, to extend, to encourage. If the written word has contributed anything at all to our developing species and our half developed culture, it is this: Great writing has been a staff to lean on, a mother to consult, a wisdom to pick up stumbling folly, a strength in weakness and a courage to support sick cowardice. And how any negative or despairing approach can pretend to be literature I do not know. It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth, and a few remnants of fossilized jawbones, a few teeth in strata of limestone would be the only mark our species would have left on the earth."
— John Steinbeck
Painting has the ability to slow time. Every day I take in more but remember less. What did I do last Wednesday night? The week before that? April 2nd, three years ago? So, while trying to make conscious decisions about how to think and what to pay attention to, I paint. I paint pictures of photos my parents took when I was a kid and portraits of who I may be today. (I’m still unsure.) I paint past art that I made but no longer have. I paint because my paintings can never be perfect. I paint to hold on just a little bit longer. Images give me more than words. I break, bend, distort, and rebuild images. I have an idea of my loved ones in my head, but I can never truly know them. For me, a glitch represents the ways we misunderstand each other and the world. We want to understand each other, as people, but we are standing in misunderstanding.