Painted marks cling and sag from the teeth of my canvas. Layers of paint become sheets of skin, densely rooted from fragments of recollection. As forms emerge they become threaded to familiar remains left behind. Moments of insight become gateways to rich and fertile depths where I tend. I have discovered bodies as a place of dwelling, impregnated by microcosms that are both seen and felt. It is my most trusted image and sensory reservoir. As bodies we are in essence storehouses and storybooks for all that we have experienced and seen. Like machines we retrieve and process perception into ideation and creation.