The Marble Arch 

Two things permeate my mind constantly: Art and Romance. I often find that they are the same. Painting is an act of devotion, a constant form of communication, and informative exchange. It’s penning a love letter to something beyond and outside of myself. The act of the embrace begins the descent into the knowing, the journey into finding the thing. We’re all looking for it, and struggling to find it—that object of obsession, the pinnacle of desire, the marble arch. If I keep painting, if I keep grasping for it, maybe I’ll find it in the folds and forms of the figures intertwined. Maybe I’ll finally understand it. Maybe I could even hold it in my hands.