I am a lifelong student of the history of art. From the oldest cave paintings to the newest trends it fascinates me and is my passion. I love the styles that history has given us, and the forms that artists have given birth to. I love the physicality of the objects that they have created. My own art has always been a dialog with the history of art, a dialog with all that I love.


One of the things that I am drawn to in the art of others is its narrative content. It always seems more satisfying to me when a work of art has a story to tell, characters to promote, an ideology to uphold. This is always an important element of my own art. There is always a story. Sometimes it is explicit, at least in my thinking, and other times merely suggested.


When my art reflects a more complex narrative, it is stocked with layers of symbolism, double meanings, and intricately woven relationships. Planning out a work such as this can take longer than its physical execution.


I have recently become interested in injecting an element of randomness into my art. I will thus begin a work with elements that have been placed on the page outside of my control, stains, dirt, printing, or marks that have been deliberately made by others but never brought to any degree of artistic finish. I’ve found that I can look into such random marks and find my own cast of characters within them. It is my part to draw them out and give them form that can be seen by others. The narrative remains in these works, though it is more fluid and spontaneous.