Saturday, November 10, 2012


I paint with beads. Discrete droplets, geometric increment of color and texture.

There is no palette where the colors are poured out; imagine a painter scrambling from one drawer to the next for the next stroke. The right size, the perfect color- one of a whole string of beads, or just one unique irreproducible drilled thing.

Each bead, like a token on an abacus, can be an effort to place, and mean so much more than the mere fact of placing it beside the one before it.