Artist Statement

I have always lived inside an image based culture.

Consumer society taught me how to become literate in visual imagery and read messages,

But never to excavate the origins of my most cherished rituals and assumptions.

You know, the things that appear around me every day in the world that most don’t question

The images that circulate throughout society are constantly being constructed, reconstructed and recycled.

And here I am, decoding the ever more complex messages, signs and traces of the everyday

The current accessibility of endless information through digital and printed sources has made it easy to combine and recombine.

And form a version that is my own.

Images I am drawn to speak a language of graphic sensibility. The boldest fonts. The brightest colors. What wakes you up and keeps you going. It's loud, fast and sure. That billboard seen 10 miles down the horizon or the takeout menu stuck under your doormat for weeks. I crave that heavy downpour smacking against my cheek. It doesn’t whisper, it shouts in your face.

 

Every source, situation and identity morphs continually depending on time, place and disposition.

Things, places and people come and go; nothing is permanent.

Here I go again,

Sifting through the rubble to find something that can be made again, reused, and combined.

Bit by bit by bit.

Are you in or out?

Life goes on.

 

My hand activates an existing source; I see myself as a catalyst that transfers other peoples’ hands, heart, head and voices in a collaborative process.

The focus on my work isn’t myself, even though I am the composer, the chooser.

One that mixes, not just in terms of imagery, but in terms of methodologies.

I use the found and the felt, the improvisational and the strategic.

Some things you stumbled upon or you think you find.

Other things you run right back into, or they find you all over again.

Most of the time I make do with what I have available to me.

A certain type of fragmentation.

I deal with pieces, scraps.

These pieces are something I want to hold on to,

Something that presented a value to me I need to preserve, save.

I will find a use for them later, within my visual lexicon of sources, fragments.

Pick up the pieces and put them back together, like brand new

The bodilessness of information is the recombiner’s pleasure.

The hardest part is deciding which are worth keeping.

And which parts you could throw away.

Not all shards are worth saving.

 

Constructing images through methods of collage is immediate and ferocious;

No time to think twice, no room for second guessing.

Making a quick decision right then and there; Get on with it, hurry up!

The result of rapidly combining forms, shapes and text together is instantly gratifying and indulging.

Collage is a form of urgent process, response and action.

Second guessing destroys the intensity of the present; the present moment is the most important moment.

That snapshot freezing time and place, solidifying the value of the image.

I have always been taught that contemporary painting must reference the present moment.

That the present is the most important moment to deconstruct and signify

These times we live in are bold, intense. I get lost in it.

I make paintings that embody the present moment and place in which I find myself.

My work reflects what is going through my mind and pulsating through my body.

I do not edit myself or my impulsivities while making.

The images never stop, so the process will never end

I have to make; I will always make.

This is just my version

 

I occupy myself in the seamless integration of various surfaces and forms within that surface.

Rectifying the incoherence of mark-marking between a digital surface and painted gesture,

I am informed by the graphic crispness of the way images are digested

Lines can connect images, points, references and surfaces

Painting on digital and printed materials serves to expose the fragility of the surface.

 

Paper is valuable because of its tactile proximity to language and pure information.

Books stamps, letters, stickers, notes, posters, maps, magazines, newspapers, scrapbooks

We are trained use paper, read paper, respond to it.

Paper is as a source of tactile flexibility that is widely circulated, manipulated, and recombined.

Something already there for me to find, hold, read, take with me, rapidly consume

Silently ferocious and something worth saving

Paper is evidence.

Paper is a trace.

Paper is a recollection.

Paper is a base.

I can hold this in my hand, destroy it, spit it back up, make it into something else, or just throw it away

 

I tear what the world gives me into pieces and put it back together with paint

Tearing is an act of frustration, defiance and play against what is brilliantly manufactured for me to consume.

Ripping is a way for me to physically expose rough edges and ideas that do not align perfectly.

I’m making sense of all the parts as they appear

Not all relationships are seamless, but mark making can pull sources, images and text together.

That immediate gesture and line in the form of brushstroke is so gratifying, instant

Painting is as immediate as I am, as burning as the present moment; a source of direct activation

Paintings can be read in the same way as paper, books and information

But I don’t want my paintings to be read so easily, I choose to distort and delay the instant

Distortion is still a method of processing, a method of layering information

 

My paintings have reached a higher level of density than ever before

Induced by the rapid compilation of sources and signals

Filling up the spaces of my daily existence

I include everything I can within an image, unable to leave anything out

Let me hide here in everything I see, everything I’m exposed to

The breathing room that once lived inside my paintings has vanished;

it’s been filled with more density, more noise and more chaos.

That chaos speaks to the way I approach making images.

Signs. Layers. Versions. Faster, Nearer. More intense.

Loud. Fast. Bold. Unrestricted. Turn me up. Set me free.

I don’t know how to whisper.