These are the last two paintings I've completed for my exhibition which opens at the Bunnell Street Gallery in Homer, Alaska on the first Friday in July. I have been doing these multi-layered, heightened-color paintings off and on for more than ten years, but only occasionally, among other, more naturalistic works. The show in Homer will be the first time I've completed an entire exhibition of paintings of this sort. It has been an adventure. Each of these paintings is slow, fraught with anxiety, and painstaking, as I wander around in the painterly, metaphorical wilderness looking for the right combination of image, surface, and color to convey a particular feeling about a place. They take two, three, or four times as long as my more conventionally realistic paintings, and in each one, I go through a protracted period of near despair, wondering if I will ever find my way to a solution. I keep layering one color over another, changing the relationships, putting on paint and scraping it away, covering ninety percent of each layer with the next, and one day--often when I'm about to give up and start over--things begin to fall into place and I realize it's going to work out. Even these small ones take a ridiculous amount of time and energy, but they have a lot of me in them, and they seem to get at something deeper, more meaningful about my relationship to an individual time and place.