My dear champion, the late gallery director Lance Kinz, told me that my best work was visual haiku. A term appropriate for the form, the temperament and the juxtaposition he found in The Last Wave.
I miss his refreshing frankness, encouragement and wisdom- especially when I am wrapped up in my head as I finish a painting. I like a tight brief. A recipe. An alphabet. A puzzle. To pin a thing down, I have to watch and walk around it a bit – until I can find its heart.
