Uncanny or interrupted landscapes painted from photos I've taken over the last decade, each trying in one way or another to touch or access the space or moment that I witnessed but could not enter. These are attempt to capture the place and time of both the original photo and of the process of painting with the full knowledge that the attempt will fail. The trace of the sublime which I remember from the moment remains as a punctum in the photograph, and my attempts to paint such a thing rely on, in James Elkins' terms, beleaguered magic, the worst possible illusion, and the obvious insufficiency of the paint.