I started this body of work by simply putting twists onto otherwise traditional paintings– landscapes, portraits, etc. Those twists evolved beyond imagery to include violations: scribbled confessions, doodles, and palette scrappings. I have also since found that a frame can be: a polyurethane cast, a plaster block coated in resin, a cage, a leaning plank, or a wax wedge with encased objects.

No matter the twist, the work always has at its heart a lovingly rendered oil painting, with a carefully articulated illusionistic space. With these paintings not only on the walls, but set in planks leaning against the walls, embedded into blocks sitting on pedestals, and being propped upright by cages on the floor, this body of work inhabits an exhibition space with a quiet and darkly beautiful presence.

I attempt to create a juxtaposition of visual variables whose gestalt sensation runs parallel to the experiences of my life—a lyrical poetry. As in my life, I struggle to intuitively make sense of so much contradiction. What has been pressing to me as of late has had much to do with the artmaking practice itself. My subject has been my experience in the studio, needing to make progress towards an unknowable destination. I hope that like me, some will find themselves being compelled and intrigued by the mystery and even the struggle without resolution.