Artists words in this way, should perhaps be believed a little bit less than they are, or maybe even not at all. I am not one for impervious hyperbole. Simply said, the paintings are a type of cinema of my minds eye, they are vignettes. A look into the unknown (or known) where I place the familiar and experienced, with the imaginary. Some are stories that have become relayed into images and characters, that create bright poems from themes that might often carry shadows, or are made much more affable by line and color. Attempts at intregration of what's recognizable with the unexamined (or unknown or imagined), or yet to be discovered. Often surreal metaphors of fictionalized autobiography, that tangle with various ideas of the body, nostalgia, isolation, abandonment, culture, family, and myth.