Colors are most often where I begin...like a doorway...and also like a fuel...and they are the material like musical notes are the material for making a melody.  Colors are an endless source of wonder to me.  Lately, for example, there's a realm of shell pink I can't escape.  I just love it.  But I couldn't explain why.  And really the whole process of painting, and drawing, is a mysterious one.

I find myself in constant travel between conscious calculation and unconscious impulse...constant movement between these realms.

I'm more comfortable near the unconscious place--like a reverie, you might say, or even sometimes an ecstatic state--and much of what's in my work has come from there.  I do make plenty of decisions based on rational assessment but I trust my inconscious more.  It's more alive.  Or maybe a better word is fertile.  It's more fertile.