We are a dream of the universe. The breath multiplied and refracted,

dissolved in the ocean of infinitude.

A picture, a pictograph, a word, like god containing the metaphor of creation.

Each of many fantastic wanderings drunk with the cup of time.

Declaring singularity where none exists.

Entombed by the absurdity of the word.

 We are but a breath in the illusory progression of the verb to be.

No thing is born, no thing dies,

as stories we are multi-dimensional patterns visible or invisible to the mechanism of an eye.

We are merely the dreams of exploding stars

with the agency of a Dung beetle rolling the sun into the sky.

 9/10/2017



We live on a planet in constant motion. At the same time, we are continually bombarded and moved by cosmic energy and forces. Yet we perceive stillness.  Motion is only observed through agency and action. Our limitations of perception enable us to exist as we do in this complex configuration of reality while simultaneously binding us within its structure. And so, it goes with all the patterns and structures we create. It is the filtering of my sensory and intellectual input that maintains and expands my identity. I once understood my drawings as products or subconscious manifestations of experiences, but recently I have come to realize they are more about process.  I use them as symbolically patterned filters for experience. Each drawing is a specific matrix personally necessary to reveal, comprehend and safely exist within each experience and phenomena.

This complexity of phenomena: active, passive and associative are constructs of the unique time and place I live in. As such they engage with, and against, my own desires; personal, domestic, civic and worldly.  My work chronicles a visual memoir of this personal struggle, while simultaneously making possible the tenuous balance I defy in each moment of consciousness.