I have been looking at graffiti on walls. Stucco, brick, wood planks, even marble walls all become battlefields. The graffiti artist --with or without permission—marks his place. The person who comes later to re-claim the wall and re-paint, called the buffer, never quite gets the wall back. And so the walls provide layers of meaning: of longing, of claimed ownership, of loss. I create imagined walls with their accumulated or erased layers of paint and collage; all the walls and designs are my own. I use the originals just for the words and the moment of inspiration. This painting is titled afetr a piece of monotype that comes from a sketch I did of a Manet bouquet.