I learn by exploring, and painting is just one mode of discovery, like pulling a fossil from the sand or a rare snake from the roots of its mangrove. These works recall the shapes and shadows of my adventures in the Arctic and the swamps of South, but in weathered chunks; I still come from a scablands where a volcano was scraped out and scumbled by floods and ice and grain combines. There and in this work, too, there’s a past left etched in flattened buttes, dark coulees, and a gravel of marks that ask forgotten questions about how a creature’s armor was imbricated and how humidity mussed the edge of a shadow. 

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