Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.
It's as if I were collaborating with myself, revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.
But most people don't come up to me and express a lot of emotion.
As a viewer, my own work elicits strong emotional reaction from me.
When I started working with mirrors, it seemed to be the perfect material to stand in for that waiting.
For a while, I thought a lot about lineage. Where do I belong? Who am I standing next to?