I have tried to understand the nature of my paintings by observing the people who look at them.
An ex-student with a long history of mental illness, heroin addiction and rehab came to my studio.
“I was high for almost twenty years,” he said walking around the studio and studying each painting intently. “I’m like a child who never grew up. Now that I’m clean I feel like I am seeing everything for the first time.”
He sat on my couch sipping black coffee and starting at the cement floor. When I started to speak he motioned for me to stop by waving his hand.
After twenty minutes of awkward silence he jumped up saying “I have to go man, there is too much craziness in your paintings.”