Size: 7"W x 5"H x 1.5"D
Year Created: 2016
Ready to Hang
"The system was invisible, which makes it all the more impressive, all the more disquieting to deal with. But we were in accord, at least for now. The networks, the circuits, the streams, the harmonies."
— White Noise, Don DeLillo
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.