Painting is a form of play provoked by pleasure, reverence, and curiosity. In ordinary life, once the fog of anxiety, distraction and fatigue are cleared away, the world steps forward, as it were, presenting itself with straightforward lucidity. To witness light gushing into a window, playing off a bottle, a cup, a door, and filling the eyes with vision, with sight, is wholly satisfying.Visual experience is sensuous, pleasurable, remarkable. At such times, it becomes evident that to see ordinary life as banal, as a bore, is an utter mistake.Rather, mundane reality is a source of sensuous pleasure, radiant, lucid, and full. By painting my kitchen over and over again, I’m granted time to look at, enjoy, and feed on reality as such.The eyes hunger to see and are satisfied, and fullness overflows into the making of a painting.-One painting, and then another. In attempt after attempt, I aim to find a painting that is true to life.–True to a reality unharassed by anxiety, exhaustion and distraction.–A painting that looks/feels/seems like the reality I’ve witnessed.