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ARTIST STATEMENT

I am continually inspired and renewed by the complexities and subtleties which exist in nature. In my work I attempt to speak about the certain processes, that I feel hold many metaphors in our own growth process as individuals and as humans. My focus lies in the relationships between the process of excavation, erosion, germination, and growth. I hope to point these invisible forces which are overlooked, to show the greater functions within nature and within ourselves.

I think about a continuing narrative, the fabric of the universe, the process of drawing and the rise and fall of the breath. One beautiful motion subsiding and sustaining. These are the qualities I have observed in the landscape, in art and throughout life.

I hope to find deeper relationships through art. I relate these things to the growth process of all things. The implication of converging and diverging forces upon us and within us and the structure of things in the universe compel me. At the same time our observations deceive us. Experience contains something deeper only uttered and felt but only partially revealed. Perception bewilders and our experience tells us only that their is something missing, something more.

For this reason I choose to work with images of pathways and arches, thresholds that are somehow made visible within the periphery of a composition. I come to find the moments in between contain more relevance. That in between things there is somehow more room for truth

I am also interested in the relationship between geographical spaces and psychological landscapes. I think of the separate and unique narratives born within and shaped throughout, helped along by the natural landscape, moving through time and space like one hurtling tide of human gesture, imperfection and brilliance, rising and falling away. The depth and history of people's lives, the natural flow of water passing, rocks breaking down and wind cutting, causes my heart to soften. Somehow I am transfixed with the nuance of textures evoking this great song. In the attempt to differentiate between the vastness of the horizon and the smallness of our being, I am cheerfully overcome.