My paintings are a remnant of my life, tactile diaries. I beat them into submission by working them over and over and over; laying them on the floor, and dragging them-- applying and unapplying, cutting into and copiously giving to. They become strong and tuff and solid. I treat them aggressively until they prove they are worth being paid attention to and softly labored over. And sometimes the loving touches cause them to fail and have to begin again.