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One of the things people always say about me
is that my handwriting is too neat.
The other thing they say about me is that I'm
probably an obsessive compulsive. I don't know
that I can disagree. As a kid I always colored
inside the lines. Never going beyond the lines,
over it, or banging into it...just touching up
against it softly and neatly. I worried my mother
when I would colour an entire page with one
singular marker stroke made up of perfectly
parallel lines. I'd sit at the kitchen table writing
meaningless paragraphs over and over until
every line, every letter, matched in height,
width, and form.
Now people say my condition, my
compulsion towards simplicity and perfection
serves me well. The lines you see in my
paintings are not masked. They are all done
free-hand, painstakingly and lovingly. I do
not use an airbrush nor any type of masking
technique, instead choosing brushes and
meticulous hand edging techniques.
Technically, I'm old-fashioned European.
Formally, up-to-the-minute. It's all there-
smoldering beneath the surface, a slow
steady burn: the desire to know what two
colors side-by-side and other combinations
of visual elements look like, the desire to
create quality that will sustain beyond the
immediate, the desire to manufacture a
pure
experience, the desire to touch perfection.
I paint because I am obsessed with the idea
of simplifying.
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