Sometimes I get these random nonsensical phrases stuck in my head when I’m painting. I”ll repeat one over and over again til it becomes some fascinating neurotic mantra. I give partial credit to the sleep deprivation and days in a row of not speaking with another human. They rarely make any sense – and this last one was no exception. At the time though, after saying it thousands of times, it was an inescapably monumental revelation. “I am a tank”… “I am a tank”.. . “I am a tank”. Watching the news still makes me cry.
on display at Ayden Gallery in Vancouver BC
part of the “You Lucky Bastard” tour