When I started painting, I had a vague notion of what its meaning and relationship was to my previous years as an illustrator working in advertising and publishing. I do acknowledge impatience as a result of a creative restlessness that pushed me towards self-examination as opposed to the role of a problem solver for clients. In retrospect, I think that this decision was an act of taking responsibility on how I really wanted to spend my days and nights. It was a decision to start an exploration of the cues that seeped in my life and the attempts to organize them through work. Then and now, these catalysts came in fits of inspiration and were followed by intense reflection on what I had done with them. I am still dumbfounded by what can be interesting and have come to terms with it.