It is not easy to be adrift in the middle of a painting that, apparently, is going nowhere. But that's what happens when you go head to head with the blot, with the brushstroke, with the accident. It's what happens when you give them significance, when you deem them essential, when you allow them space to manifest, and they do, taking action. The uncontrollable seizes the painting and takes it where we didn't expect or want, and then the intended destination must be recalculated, again and again, accident after accident, blot after blot, brushstroke after brushstroke. But if you persist and if you believe (in yourself, in painting, in your craft, I don't know), those same accidents show you the path that they had previously closed off. It happens to me.
So, so far away / 39.5X39.5 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
Un perro, un gato y una mosca / 24X34 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
Y si no se me ocurre nada? / 25X36.5 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
El lugar perfecto es arriba de un sofa / 40X45 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
Untitled IV / 38X44 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
Given the circumstances / 18.5X32.5 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021
Untitled I / 39X39 inches / oil, charcoal, oil sticks on canvas / 2021