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 subject matter that is more than its form? These are the impossible questions that push me to abuse the purity of paint and lift up the awkward moments in human life. My paintings are full of messy human content: dorkiness, disappointment, humor, and loss. They are impersonations whose emotional content overwhelms the physical. Fascinated by vulnerability, I exalt in the incomplete.