I often try to organize my memories, feelings, and facts into a specific narrative, but a satisfactory description eludes me. I add and subtract, rearranging my viewpoint, trying to find the one translation, the one true combination that will explain why I am the way that I am. But each question contradicts the next — negating the latter, leading me in a circular inquiry. The unorganized sequence, with the beginning and end, shuffled and presented at once. There is no progression, no build-up – just the image waiting to be seen, akin to Laurie Fendrich’s “quiet space” for abstract painting.

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Archival inkjet prints 20” x 30” Limited edition of 12
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