Late last year, I broke my glasses while I was traveling. I had difficulty for rest of the trip. I thought my worsening vision on that trip was related to my lack of glasses. When I returned home, I went to my ophthalmologist. I learned I had retinal detachment.

In the past, my art has been predicated in getting behind the edge. When you put down a stroke of paint, whether thick or thin, it always has two edges. I do not see edges anymore. I can see movement, color and shape, I can see the periphery. I cannot see edges well.

I went to an Eye Institute in Milwaukee for a second opinion. My doctor there was very patient. He listened well. He told me to paint what you can see. It took some time, but when I finally decided to take his advice, I started looking for ways to diffuse the edges—to paint what I could see. I cannot be too exact. My work today is a study of how to diffuse edges, to paint amorphous objects and to pain the porous world that I see.