I don’t make Art … Art unmakes me …
Through the process of art making the “I” is undone. Outside the bounds of who I think I am, anything becomes possible.
This is what excites me most about the creative process: this undoing and the subsequent sumptuously alive play of surprise, recovery and discovery; this communion and union with that which the small me could never be.
It is the (unself)conscious mark that interests me most, the spontaneous, childlike and the accidental. This is where who I am, without the idea of “me”, is glimpsed and here, there is the moment-to-moment thrill of revelation.
I don’t make Art … Art unmakes me …