You have said that your paintings are “family disputes between order and derangement.” Can you talk about that? That’s just a metaphor that came to me; it doesn’t reveal itself in the final product in a literal way. It’s something that happens in my brain, the working out of the painting process. And I guess…

Marian Goodman Gallery 24 West 57th Street New York, NY 10019 September 20 – November 2, 2002 The remnant of an old suitcase lies open, littered with garbage and filled with rain. Three strangers walk along an overpass on a partially cloudy day, carrying luggage. Smoke from a small fire rises through a forest’s bare…