"I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was boredom—or maybe mischief. Maybe it was a wave of environmental guilt over the waste of paper—or maybe it was the simple fact that my shredder conked out. Anyway, something came over me, and for good or ill, these artworks made of junkmail came to be.

Credit card applications bombard my mailbox—probably yours, too. The epitome of the crass and commercial, they scream at us to spend, spend, spend on that slick road to the "good life". We're so surrounded by sales pitches that I wonder if archeologists studying us in the distant future will think our brand names some form of fable and our billboards emblems of worship. What fun—what liberation to tear up this loudness and embed it into fresh contexts of color and form. All of the huckstering, the announcements of percentages and balance transfers—at last reduced to simple, soothing textures and patterns. The pieces emerged quickly, in a rough and fast manner that may have been playful, but absorbed every bit of my concentration. There was no formula, no plan—only the blind following of the paintbrush, the daubing of colors that had to be random and yet had to make sense."