When I was young I had a music teacher* ask me “where do you think the sound goes after you’ve played a note? Do you think the universe will ever be completely filled with music?”

That thought stayed with me as an adult, and recently it got me to thinking about the universe as a vessel, huge and deep and vast, holding all of life’s stories from the beginning of time. I picture an enormous transparent three dimensional surface, with marks and symbols and writing all interconnected and layered and threaded among the extraordinarily intelligent network of communication in nature.

I try to keep this vision in mind as I work, imagining I might capture a passing fragment of this complicated conversation. I work in layers which creates movement in the painting while marks come in and out of focus, implying a vast sense of space and time. Some marks resonate deeply with me, some seem more attuned to each other. The work is messy and unfamiliar but speaks to me in a way I have no words for.

*that teacher was Flip Peters