Crucibull
(2003-2004)

I bought a few spiral-bound sketchbooks, gouache, watercolors and colored inks, and I went on a rampage, diving head-first into a crucible of primary gestures. 

I desperately tried to avoid falling into the trap of making something that I thought was about something. I've come to distrust intended meanings, because I then become infatuated with that set of meanings and that approach, and it becomes very restrictive. The moment something emerged that I could identify, I thrashed it back into the ether. I was resetting my creative compass, looking for a new direction. The only truths I could rely on were the properties of the materials, so I tried to respond to them as purely and intuitively as possible.