I returned to making paintings this year and remembered why I wanted to do that in the very beginning. A painting has the ability to be still yet moving at the same time. They don't need a gallery space. There is no narrative, no literature. I have always been fascinated by the visual dynamics and stillness of grids, and in these recent paintings I attempted to explore a lowering of the barrier 'between the arts of vision and those of language', the 'will to silence'. If, as Lucy Lippard claimed in her 1978 essay, Grids , they are 'emblematic of the modernist ambition', then maybe I am returning to being a modernist. If that's how 'discourse' wants to see it, that's OK. I prefer the ambiguity of Soren Kierkegaard: "Repetition and recollection are the same movement, only in opposite directions, for what is recollected has been: it is repeated backward, whereas repetition properly so-called is recollected forward."