I embrace beauty. I am interested in a sensuous complexity that enchants and seduces the viewer, an art that speaks to passion, in the moment: smoldering, devouring, burning, fiery, and vigorous, with fervor, ardor, enthusiasm, eagerness, fascination, preoccupation, infatuation, obsession, compulsion, addiction, fury, frenzy, love, desire, lust, rapture, craze, mania. An art that ripens as successive moments accumulate. We know identity is bound up in history, aspirations, and chance, and a person, unlike a painting, lives in a multiplicity of moments. What fires and which colors are burning inside?