Painting becomes a ritual, a means of lifting the veil, simultaneously revealing and covering invisible forces. To paint the foreboding, the joy, the release, rather than the horrible dullard of boredom. In the long run my paintings begin as people, places, and things, but they are not ordinary bodies in situations. What fascinates me are the invisible forces that impact form, they restrain desire, and camouflage a release. This is not the relationship of form and narrative, but of material and obliteration; to make desire present but invisible, a fever dream quickly forgotten and lingering.