"The waking hours of an artist spill over into the night, into the darker hours, when images flash and burn, when the mind escapes from the din of the world.

Small, sketchy and fast, these twenty-four tondos freeze the flitting, nighttime visions with minimal means: lampblack oil, pencil and scrapers on a scratched surface. No narrative, no sequencing, no sense of progressing from beginning to end. Just brief, fleeting visions before they are lost to sight."

Notebooks, July 5, 2023

The Waking Hours # 6

The Waking Hours # 3

"I assembled the frame of Oriented Strand Board with a finished tondo nestled inside. When varnished, the slivers begin to glow in various shades of brown. It is a frame with meaning. I look at the small round disk featuring an insect-bitten crown of laurel leaves. The tondo floats like an island of refuge in a sea of flotsam."                 

Notebooks. May 9, 2023

The Waking Hours # 17

The Waking Hours # 14

The Waking Hours # 12

The Waking Hours # 16

"Fusion. The artist's most memorable moments are moments of fusion, when the vision of the outside world reverberates within, when that teeming, chaotic inner world coalesces and crystallizes into an image forever seared into memory: here and now my soul solidified.

It is a moment of flames, of shimmering substances, of objects that transcend their boundaries, fulgurating, luminescing — ordinary things, substances suddenly bursting with spirit.

Without fusion the artist stands alone in the world and the world is solitary and abandoned."

Notebooks. July 22, 2023