When I read artists’ statements I usually don’t find out anything that I couldn’t figure out by just looking at the work.  But if I do find out something unexpected I usually reflect on how it is either irrelevant or that the artist is deluded.  Consequently my own artist statements are largely irrelevant or deluded in regard to what I actually produce in the studio.  Still, it lends a voice to a silent medium.  Perhaps writers should be obligated to paint a picture about their book and it can be plastered on the cover.  Then we can say, “Wow, that guy sucks as a painter, but does some good writing”, or not.  Mostly, what I would like to say is that I want you to love my paintings, to connect with them in the same way you would with a rediscovered long lost best friend from grade school who happily hangs on to your every word and who makes you feel like you haven’t changed one little bit in all of these long, hard years.