A friend of mine told me a few years ago that, in a word, I liked “dirt.” Upon reflection it was a remarkably accurate description. He was talking about my tastes in forms of expression; movies like “Wages of Fear” that does have plenty of literal dirt, but is also about characters beaten down to dirt; music like Tom Waits or the White Album; in visual art, Anselm Keiffer, William Kentridge, or Ashcan. Ironically, this never really came out in my art where I adhered to the rules of cleanliness with mostly bright attractive colors.
With these pieces, I tried to remedy that. I got down and wallered in them, ignoring rules of watercolor crispness, often intentionally reversing the rule to make mud.