My creations are built up in layers. Each surface a coalesced idea that implies a changed interior: An invisible identity maturing through the artist’s hands. Like consciousness woven through an accretion of thought and memory, by looking inward and outward we discover ourselves simultaneous to our constant evolution.
Art decays or is destroyed. Ideas are as persistent as a shadow cast by smoke. I am haunted by the mystery of this ephemeral existence and the excitement of discovery when exploring its depths. And I am discovering by exploration and experiment how the ideas and experience of art can be perpetuated through time.