I am interested in what happens when painting refuses to cohere—the perceptual instability this produces, the way a viewer’s eye and mind negotiate between evocative movement in illusory space and the insistent materiality of the painted surface. This is not a failure of resolution. It is the subject.

I disrupt the gesture before it resolves, fracturing it with redactions, value scales, misregistrations, color, and competing visual languages. Spray paint interrupts brushwork. Hard-edge geometry arrests improvised mark-making. Layers accumulate and dissolve, leaving traces of revision that cannot be fully decoded.

The work resists coherent narrative and thwarts the comfort of a single language, implicating the viewer’s own witness in an unresolved uncertainty. If certainty is its own kind of tyranny, what does it mean that we still say ‘seeing is believing’? What is it, finally, to be a witness to our times?

I make paintings that refuse to tell you what to see. In that refusal is a conviction — that uncertainty, held honestly, is not equivocation, but a form of clarity and freedom.