Painting, Alchemy, Calendrical Art

For me, paintings are alive: alchemical first matter. As the encounter between the raw canvas and my painting-self begins, we seem to enter into darkness, almost unseen. We don’t know what form this time together takes and we like it this way. Lying fallow, I sit with the painting, taking time with it, getting to know it. Something new registers and I’m surprised that I never noticed it before. The milky flow between us feels good and though I’d like to exist forever in its movement, the painting seeks more. It desires the moon to dance with the sun.