The act of painting, to me, is like conflict and resolution. The blank canvas is the conflict. I put marks down, and continue to respond to them until I consider the piece to be resolved. It is a conversation in paint. The conflict in my work is echoed from a number of sources of anxiety in my own life. I am constantly struggling to find order between art and science, order and chaos, love and hate, contentment and depression, confusion and clarity, independence and dependence. Painting allows me to withdraw myself from the real world and its distractions and escape into a world where it is just me and the paint.