If you’ve ever shared a courtroom with me, you’ll know that I’m incapable of sticking to the outline. It’s not that I can’t say things simply (simplicity being merely another creative choice); I just can’t seem to say them straightforwardly. I can’t resist the wayward detail, the layered explaining. Whatever that quality is in me likely explains my preference for abstraction. I like abstraction’s not-obviousness. I’m drawn to its mystery, its harmonics and ambiguities. I love thinking about abstract composition, which, like its name, involves a balancing of incongruities. Abstraction is concerned with interior life. It shows us now how things look, but how them seem.