This painting is an accurate externalization of my general inner state at the time of its making, though I had no conscious intent to express any particular idea or emotion when I painted it. My process was one of focused exploration and play, as I danced the image onto paper using my whole body as a gestural tool. I brushed, dabbed, and slung the paint, fascinated with the image that continually morphed as one color overtook another in an ever-evolving image. As the world around me faded, I merged with the colors, and the brush became a natural extension of my body in a joyfully exuberant dance.
When the work was complete, I stood back and recognized an ever-changing chaos that had reigned in some parts of my life, and beginnings of order in the emerging swirls. At the center of the most violently destructive hurricane is a still quiet place - the eye of the storm. This is the place I had sought to find in my own center, a place of quiet refuge of my very own that allows me to hold myself steady and quiet, no matter how chaotic the world around me might be.
