I first began to appreciate the beauty of static while listening to number stations.  Listening to number stations involves hearing a lot of static—static typical of the short-wave spectrum, static between stations, and static while waiting for the next transmission. With so much static, the mind sharpens over time. A heightened level of concentration and openness emerges.

It becomes a kind of meditation. In the random clicks and pops, faint tones start to form. Voices become discernible, though not fully understood. Information is there, hovering just beyond reach.

Static is also part of my everyday life due to my tinnitus. I hear constant static, a perpetual hissing—twenty-four hours a day, every day. There is no escape from it. In this way, I am always sifting through information in the static, whether I am listening or thinking.

These threads—static as both a personal and philosophical experience—have fueled this new series of paintings. For the past twelve months, my studio practice has been consumed by this exploration. ‘By static.  This is also the catalyst of my exploration into other trajectories of expression, including media native to the realm of electromagnetic static itself.