shared emotion
For a long time, I thought this inwardness — this tendency to turn painting into a site of introspection — was too personal, too private for others to enter. I worried that what I was painting was essentially isolation. But over the years, through showing and discussing the work, I’ve come to understand it differently. What I am really showing is not solitude, but shared emotion — the subtle, often wordless feelings that many people have known but rarely articulate. Painting, in this sense, becomes a form of empathy. It says: I have felt this, perhaps you have too. The surface becomes a quiet recognition that these experiences are not mine alone.
