Stoic Swine: soul in the soot, head in the ether.
When faced with a blank surface, I approach painting as a ritual where one must become entranced with the current of unnavigable mark-to-plane. I find it compelling when an image uses the artist as a vehicle in its own creation. This is an act of Magic, where the creator becomes but a minor component in providing a visual identity for its desired content.
Gift Horse Mouth