Irregularities of my painting surfaces, stains, blotches and scratches, created while working become specters that rise to tell their tale; each as individual as the eyes that behold them. My conversing with these specters of the various materials is like wandering in a labyrinth. Some are clear, offering easy images to share. Others sunken only whispering their possibilities. With its depth sometimes as thin as a sheet of paper, yet one can wander in it for miles and many hours. The images in my work are from tales told to me during my spectral wanderings in this labyrinth of surface.