Somewhere between observing the utter absurdity of human behavior and noting the persistence of nature’s beauty as it shines around us and through us, I find a very sacred opportunity for creating and commentating on life. By juxtaposing, glorifying, or simply playing with imagery rescued from the world of displaced objects, I intend to let the ideas held within the materials find their own voice. Though I may be a puppeteer for how one icon or symbol reads against another, the implications are not always direct or clear. Sometimes, one material begs to be beside another for no apparent reason and I must oblige.
Though I am always a painter at heart, in these works, my medium becomes ideas themselves, for the imagery I am drawn to is saturated with implications and associations that only the passage of time could create. It seems that as long as we continue to define ourselves to such a degree, spiritually, culturally and personally by material objects, the vast sea of garbage that we leave behind us will be obscenely saturated with evidence of our misgivings and illusions. And so, by assembling these little windows, glimpses of, or in the very best case, even vistas onto the roles we play and the beliefs we cling to, I indulge myself in this madness. And participate in what is really, beneath it all, a spiritual discipline of watching, seeing and finding meaning in chaos.