The Line is the Canon
Here's the thing about the cutouts. Everything the jigsaw does is like a line that can't ever be erased. It's the given, the canon. The paint has to answer to it.
A shape in my head becomes a sketch, becomes a plywood cutout, becomes a photograph, becomes a more precise sketch, printed out, for plotting the painting - which sometimes takes a few meditative days before I pounce. Gazing at the beautiful shape. The paint - its colours, how it is applied, how its expression responds to the shape, is the project.
From the games to the ghosts to the present, the game is about push and pull, dialogue, rule, misrule, negotiation, reaction, decision, arrival.