For a long time I have been working with a representation of time in my work. Layering, accretion, debris, encrustations have all been subjects for me. Underwater structures, graffiti and leaf litter: There is a record of time there. There is chance and there is evidence. Growth, life, struggle, death are present for the looking. The idea of an inherent beauty in those chance intersections has always kept my attention. That record and revealing had a particularly dynamic effect on me when it came to New York in the 80s. Layered graffiti, posters, rust, were a link to a time before me as much as a rapidly evolving artwork.

The new paintings talk with this recording of time with a look at how we recall and remember things, particularly the life around us. I started a practice of recording the creatures I see on bike rides I take and placing them in the work. We have all experienced such dramatic changes in the flora and fauna around us during our short lives. The density or sparseness of life as we view backwards in time is inexpressible. I try to have a feeling for that enormity and know what our moment looks like as fleeting and changing as it is. My recall is flawed. My knowledge of what came before me is flawed. I’m trying to react to this moment, immediately unknowable and altered by my own perception.