The banana is a solid thing - I can hold it, taste it, smell it - yet it has an entropic logic (it has an instant in which it exists) that pushes towards disintegration. Soon it will turn into nothing. Its material make up will unfold and return back to dirt; back to cosmic dust. It will no longer be an object I can touch or see - it will be erased, absent. I can only enter into that logic by painting/ depicting the thing that changes - the peel, the color, the shape. And try to find some essence in the thing, in my interaction with the thing. So I began by putting a banana at the forefront of my attention, staying with it and watching as it changed. I found the greenest and brought it back to my studio. I made a one by two inch viewfinder and taped it to a section of the peel. Then I clumsily painted the same section each day - mixing a new batch of paint, building up a new thick ground, encountering a slightly changed composition - for twenty-eight days. I tried to see/depict/record how the banana changed day to day. Each painting is smallish in size, fourteen by twenty inches; made of successive layers of thick acrylic paint - the support is the paint (there is no stretcher, panel, paper) - they are paint-skins, acrylic peeled up off a nonporous surface. Attached to the back of each is a paper hinge that permits the paintings to float off the wall. This method of hanging allows for gravity to act upon the objects - over time they droop, curl, and sag. The paintings are rectilinear, but slightly vary in shape throughout the series. When installed in the gallery they are hung in a single line around the room, with about twelve inches of space between each painting. The first painting and last painting meet in middle of the gallery, directly across from the door. This is so one sees a dramatic change which lies outside the logic of the banana’s transition upon entering the room. When in the space, one can never see the entirety of the banana’s change in one single view - one must always be turning - a section of days is always in the periphery of one’s vision.