Someone once defined culture as what remains after everything else has been forgotten.
I think I agree with that. I paint what is left inside of me after I’ve drained and purged and evacuated all that I’ve accumulated over these many years, all the residue. What’s left — that écume — that thin veil of a layer, that essence, is what I am, what we all are. It’s what I have left, and it’s what I paint.