In my work I try to define my experience. I always thought memory was my subject but more essential than insistent, specific memory, is time. It crawls forward and backward and we are forever in its grip, suspended between our experience and our inexperience. I try to reconcile my experience with ideas of the future and the present. It is this tension between what was/what is and what we know and don’t know that interests me. All relationships come back to what we know and don’t know – about other cultures, other lands, and about the person sitting across from you, even about yourself. Painting is way to get to know oneself. A great deal of my work talks about emotional spaces – in between states. Relations fraught with tension: homesickness, loneliness, indecision, and vulnerability. Time is constant and indifferent to us. Time is not running out, we are running out, at once becoming large with experience and smaller with lifespan. The great pain of living is the awareness that we will lose everything, eventually, even our own lives. As we struggle to shape it, reorder it, shorten it, lengthen it, and, finally try to arrest it, time resists all of our attentions. But, we still try because that is the work, to bear the unbearable. To rest, suspended between what we know and what we do not.