For the last 15 years, I’ve been on some kind of search. My career as a painter could be seen not as a collection of what I’ve found, but as a path of footprints along the way. The places I depict are those where people often come together. But in my images, they’ve gone. Or not yet arrived. The long moments between—when we are invited to name what we’re even waiting for. Earlier this year, I was introduced to the idea of art on the blockchain. For all the conversations it has triggered, I found it enchanting to consider. How romantic, even, to put forth an image that becomes irreversibly encoded across a universe of codependent digital “ether.” We’ve come so far from the cave, and yet our ...