I want to explore anticlimactic stories, the detours that make up most of the journey. Not the exciting travel tales of off-road adventures, but the inconvenient roadblocks that force you onto the congested side roads. My paintings ride off into the sunset but fall flat off their dead horses. Their moments disrupted, longing in vast landscapes, and places to think, their brush to scrape through, and their lakes to make out then drown in. And overall, a queered inexactitude that feels like blasé tenderness.