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 — it's human vulnerability.
Heading outward, I pack a tool inside a green bag. Yes, it is a camera, and it is an important tool that I use to make another tool.
Snapshots develop into paintings develop into questions. Can painting paper communicate buoyancy? Is this finally where time can be squandered?
