The Pungent Futility of the Artist’s Statement
My statement will be this. I have demons, I have a jolly jokester; sex, rage and bunny rabbits all find a place in me. I’m not nuts, I’m human — and being human I can’t explain.
Making visual images is no different from from manipulating words. Damn same stuff. It comes from down in the everything-you-know, the unconscious where desires meet gerunds and the color green shakes hands with algebra.
My output is ordered accordingly. I work in styles and media that don’t communicate much with each other but that all lead like kite strings back to me.
I can’t explain my output to you — so please click through the images below. If you feel the disjunct, feel it in your bones perhaps, you understand this is a statement about my work.