My working name for this group is administrative paintings.
These paintings present a sort-of Valhalla where The Grid goes to myth, where enlightened wanderers and true crosses distort, break up or get lost, and ideal forests appear chopped down to re-reveal an underlying (often distorted) System. I use pencil, mineral-spirit acrylic and oil paint, mostly oil paint. Paint is a mucky code to push ideas through, a counter to my administrative plans.
I draw a sequence of pencil-drawn canted squares that become cubes across, and then up, a primed canvas, following set rules. The cube edges become boundaries to which later-drawn cubes must accommodate. The cubes become distorted. Rule sequences often get chopped midway, stopped by the real edge of the picture plane. The hard rules may be dutifully enacted or downgraded to loose notions. There’s room to fail, cheat…