As I search for the mystery that may or may not exist within me, I test the limits of my ignorance and pursue what may be entirely useless. Like life itself, my paintings are rife with inconsistency: bright, moody, abrupt, and whole—precise as they materialize in the moment of their conception. I straddle a thin line between an objective and nonobjective way of working, drawing from both Eastern and Western conventions of image making. My aesthetic variations are vessels for emotion—a byproduct of whatever game I’m playing inside the picture plane. Lately, I’ve been captivated by flowers, which have taken me to places that slip out of my imagination and off of my fingertips. I occasionally personify these flowers, and in them my internal chatter makes a home. In these works, there is an underlying dialogue with family, familiar and alien, who continue to enchant me as I rekindle the past and unearth memories for the first time.