My heart and soul are the software that runs my body. They animate my brain and my hands, which are just tools that my soul uses to leave a visible record that I was here. I’m often surprised by what comes out. By the color my eyes see, the heaviness or lightness of the paint stroke, the effect of many brush strokes in a composition.

My hand holds the brush only because the soul uses the brain to tell it to.

I’m not sure I could be completely random at all, unless I were to paint in complete darkness without seeing the paint I use or the canvas upon which I am painting.