I Tend To Like Things That Already

I'm Not Looking For Images, They Just Appear And Take On An Interest. Sometimes You Look At A Thing And It Has No Interest And Then You See It In A Different Way And It Has Another Meaning. Or Something That Was Of No Use Will Become Useful.

One Likes To Think That One Anticipates Changes In The Spaces We Inhabit, And Our Ideas About Space.

There May Or May Not Be An Idea, And The Meaning May Just Be That The Painting Exists.

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.

Art Is Either A Complaint Or Appeasement.