i feel like i’m always searching, and never quite finding what i want. my art is an investigation into the darker areas of my mind and body. it is a lie of omission and a façade i present - with no context. i want to challenge, horrify, confound, yet still communicate. if i can turn your thoughts inward and get you doubting what you thought you knew of yourself, well… that’s the point.
more conventionally - I am a lifelong student it seems, anxiously striving for validation and recognition. I have exhibited a lot, and taught a lot. It hasn’t helped me land a career though, so I keep muddling on. my art makes no point either politically or culturally. it is a story that i only suggest allowing the blanks to be filled in by those who can find them, if they bother to look into the darker places…