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When I paint with my brush, I am shaping ideas. Certain of these ideas are elementary.  I cannot determine or change them; they simply exist. For ages, people have created countless new ideas from the blue, red, and yellow that form the foundation of our thoughts.  Every philosophy, every experience, every painting is conceived of the fundamental unchanging elements that have driven human thought throughout time.  The ideas are mixed with the brush and the pen, superimposed upon one another, and shaped for good and for evil, creating harmony and dissonance and engendering strongholds and battles.

As I paint, I do not express the colors that we see with our eyes. The paints on my canvas are a visceral realization of the psyche and the forces that propel it. I must tread wisely on these grounds, for if I do not let the colors be what they are but seek to reform the uncreated elements, I will paint a lie.

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