Nothing is real, everything is real. Do you know what's real? That car that hits you, a gun in the crowd, Death is real, sex is real, obsession is real, compulsion is real, seduction is a real lie, love feels real.
Do you know what's not real? Stories we're told to keep us happy, to keep us safe, social agendas, constructed public personas, personal narratives, perfection is a lie, craft is a lie, bad is good is a lie, trickle down is a lie.
My art examines how narrative and compulsion are constructed abstractly; specifically how we internalize narrative and the seductions evoked when observing an isolated person or thing.
As momentary narratives become reconfigured the viewer is left with a testament to the limits of our existence and to the darkness and light of our era.
Art is a witness or it should be.