I followed strange dreams

I followed strange dreams.


Although the content of my work may seem abstract, I see abstraction as part of the base code of life, and one of the most powerful attributes of the human mind.  Our reality is an abstraction built on top of primitives we are still struggling to understand.

My work deals with complex issues of abstraction, sensitive form work (bordering on the synesthetic) and the relation between humanity, cultural artifacts and time.  

Complex and direct Juxtapositions, caricaturize my work. Simple shapes repeated and mirrored iterate into a totem, a banana is sliced apart into components and carefully rebuilt into an anthropomorphic form. 

The simple rules of form and composition are more, they are metaphors for life and monuments to the trivial fleeting sweetness and comical struggles of our existent.

The in and out of life, nothing pushes out that does not leave a depression behind, nothing sucks in but its content bulges out somewhere else.

My objects are deliberately worn and show both vibrant color and age.   They are crystallizations of lost and spent time. They look as if they were carved by the hands of a clock shedding moments into the past. Revealing the present moment with flamboyant flash but also pathos of permanent loss.


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.