My mother was an abstract expressionist painter.
When I was little, she took me to New York on the train
for painting lessons in the
basement of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I loved to paint from then until my mid twenties
at which point I began to write.
Writing eclipsed painting.
So for many years I painted sporadically.
Now, I’m painting a lot and loving its physicality.
I love the paint for itself, the brushstrokes each brush makes,
and the canvas for its surface.
Right now, I don’t care for color – black and white are great.
If a shape happens to suggest something literal on the canvas,
I obliterate it.