Making art is a quirky laboratory full of specific scraps, lucky blunders and unexpected tangents. It helps me explore multiplicities in myself and in the artifacts of my actions. It's a workshop for cultivating a sense of what diversities can coexist, with what consequences, and for growing compositions that question traditional limits of coherence.

Ideals of consistency and coherence, I think, can be unkind.

Why unkind? Well, I seem not to function most interestingly when I see myself as having a single, meaningful center, from which my art emerges. It doesn't help make discoveries that interest me or my richest work. That model is a mean old one, I think. I think maybe we can do better.

So, since I don't believe a person is "a whole," I don't approach creating things (visual art, fiction, non-fiction) as "expression" from any kind of unitary "inside." I make images by playing with stuff, using an evolving set of skills and tactics aimed at stumbling into surprising thoughts and juxtapositions and developing them farther than would ever be possible "in my head." It's collaboration, "out there."

I write about this; it informs things I make; it's how I try to teach. It's in this spirit that I present pictures in a wide variety of media and styles and stand behind the right of each human to be that diverse.