The human condition—in its most common, every day forms—becomes remarkable when abstracted.

A thing I found on a street in last night’s dream inspires me. Alone they are artifacts from a future not yet grasped. They twist and rotate as they emerge into awareness and then fade away. So I think of my works as “future relics.”

I find ancient artifacts and architecture mysterious and compelling. Like mathematical proofs enshrined in a physical form. These objects contane the power of silence and emptiness but vibrate with the absurdity of conflicting realities. They are worn with time but spontaneous in their appearance. If it were possible, would not a “theory of everything” be required to explain each of these any-day facts?

I am inspired by the patterns of the natural world and the way nature itself embodies material and meaning I find comfort in the patterns of the natural world, even as they etch pathos into our accomplishments.  Art is my path to the sheer fact of existence and the wonder of its manifestations.