An admission—that I am a disorganized, impulsive person—reads more optimistically on canvas because the eye has glimpsed the edge. Therefore I paint, subjectively and impatiently, colliding impressions of points with interpretations of space (the accidentals are debris) so that the composition hangs, almost magically, in mid-air.
I feel like I’m tight rope walking a curve, always catching up to the next inch of information coming from whatever way over-saturated image I’m referencing. It makes the brush run. —Winston Chmielinski (via)