I’ve been making one small painting every single day for the past 2900 days.
After eight years, I've no intention of stopping. Having cancer as a young adult, I discovered living is not just surviving. Young and faced with an existential crisis, I questioned, who am I? What does it all mean? Psychologically, existentially, transcendentally - what can a life amount to? I wanted a way to embrace each day, no matter how typical, so without excuse or hesitation, I begin each day by painting.
A Negotiated Process of Being
Although my ritual continues, over the past two years I’ve expanded my work to move beyond this self-imposed, rule based project.
I now understand the controlled parameters.
The project is a way to manage the out of control circumstances of an abject body. However, I’m not interested in depicting the debasing and vile aspects of the abject. I’m interested in how the relationship with the body changes
after one experiences the abject.