When I draw a line, it is not perfect. It is, by its very nature organic. I embrace that imperfection because it is natural. When I paint a fish it is not intended as a symbol. Not in the traditional sense. It is reduced in form to reduce meaning. And its surroundings are also reduced in order to simplify meaning.
I see nature as infinitely complex, dangerous, and beautiful all at the same time. How do I go about explaining this or capturing that space between chaos and order? How do I stay on that thin line between understanding and mystery?