I don’t describe my work as ‘abstract painting.’ I see it as failed representational sculpture, and I love its failure. How can I make paint three-dimensional? How can I depict a subject matter that is more than its form? These are the impossible questions that push me to abuse the purity of paint and uplift the awkward moments in human life. My paintings are full of messy human content: dorkiness, disappointment, humor, and loss. They are impersonations in which the emotional content overwhelms the physical. Fascinated by vulnerability, I exalt in the incomplete.