I’ve always painted my experiences. When I’m painting I don’t think, I just paint until the painting tells me to stop. After many years asking of myself why I was painting what was painting, I realized that the paintings reflect my loss of identity, my sensation of not belonging to any place and nonetheless of feeling a part of all places simultaneously. Each painting is an entity unto itself, but at the same time each has an unfinished aspect, the quality of not knowing everything. When I juxtapose one picture next to another, the two seem to form a new unit, a new organism that grows up into infinity and which has a many of possibilities for connection and resignification. In the picture below there are three individual paintings but their borders are very obscure and all the paintings form a continuum without end.