Lately, my painting practice has been a tennis match between strategy and intuition. It sits at the intersection of deconstructed representation and formal abstraction, and chases ambulances. The narrative is usually sequential, told between paintings, with a recurring cast of characters, forms, and objects that anchor the content to context and move the story forward. Other times, it is like a game of Clue. A whodunit. I just move the puzzle pieces around and wait for the joke to pay off.