My paintings evolve organically, often emerging as an automatism. However, it is not uncommon for me to not understand the meaning of a painting until months after its completion. That is why many of my paintings turn out to be autobiographical. Real art is able to convey the intention to the viewer even when the artist is no longer there. Hopefully autobiographical, but not yet. This work belongs to a series of three, The Dead Artist, Diary of a Clown, and Camouflage.
