Does the use of the hand display imperfection? Or is it our tools that present our flaws? What is actually revealed in a work of art and what is concealed? I am discovering over my many years of making that I have more questions than answers. The layering of patterns allow for a sneak peak in to the process but never reveals the whole story. The importance of mystery in what one views calls for repeat observations and closer scrutiny. Even I don’t remember the order, the sequence, the exact color mixture, improvisation is crucial to the process, like a jazz musician who riffs on a familiar melody. The mixing of geometric abstraction with arabesque stylized plant forms combined with the detritus of other workers cuts that are router etched into a backing board contribute to the mark-making presented in this body of work.
Some started out as rejects from other projects, where the surface get printed again and again. The layered ink becomes so thick that it rejects addition applied surfaces. I don’t stop until the paper vibrates and sings. The plates which are print interplay between the hand and the machine and call attention to the confusion of our complex world.
This exhibition is dedicated to Wayne Troyer who shared the past 15 years with me—for his attention, criticism, advice, support, challenges, and love. He ensured the possibility of my growth and productivity each one of these pieces has a bit of him as well.