A city is the runway for the flight of ambition and the descent into melancholy, a long street pounded by hopes and frustration. It is the dynamic substance I've chosen for exploring the subtle behaviors of watercolor. For transforming commonplace into mystery. Because the delicate spilling of watercolor on concrete isn't a gesture of expressionism â€” it's human vulnerability..
A city is the intersection of action (figure) and passivity (ground), and the painting is an interplay between creatures and their creator, between a cautious being and an irrational force. It is where some things bubble up and where some things remain asleep.
I first began painting my surrounding city when, and perhaps because, that city and its language were foreign. Until I captured anything in watercolor, the city remained impenetrable, like an intensity understood only by others or, at best, a mere set of mappable coordinates. With time, painting has grown to be an unveiling, an irony since it is the practice of adding thin layers of pigment. I prefer when watercolor simulates the splattered activity of the whole environment, when it seems a marriage of control and abandon.