I sense that above all else (and there's a lot), that the act of painting is trying to negotiate back to an origin of purity that I may have never known while simultaneously trying to move forward.

Common wisdom claims that one cannot try - one either does or does not. It is within the vastness between the extremes of doing and not doing that interesting things happen.

Is art rehearsal
For the nirvanic
Cream
Dream
Scumbling
Like the moth
In water
Flailing
Concentric reminders
Of a brutal
Cleaner
Past

(Poem by Michael Blaha)