Often I am not sure I believe in essences. They are characteristics I think to exist in things. Because of this they are also a type of ideal. Untouchable, formless, nameless, they remain inside something as a kind of distinction that separates one thing from another. Though I can tell things apart, I often doubt that I can find an essence. My ability to find them would preclude their very essential character. What I may be doing is admitting my location when I paint. I am here, I am there, but what I want to be is very close. The whole process of painting is a step towards something.