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I'm constantly searching for random strange beauty in a single frame,
that bit of visual poetry buried in the rough that moves me. I like the
sense of secret things hidden just under the surface waiting to be excavated,
that throwaway image that was discarded once as flawed but now
I've found. When I see something that I respond to, I capture it, sometimes
only in my mind’s eye, so I can reinterpret it later. I carry a
bag with me everywhere I go filled with old mass media images, random
polaroids, sketches and newspaper clippings, and I wait for the seeds
of these collected visual ideas to take root, to fire my imagination,
so that I can't help but paint it.
I like the idea of chaotic modern life as art, where everything is possibly
a painting. When you don't know what is coming next, or whether you will
experience it again, life becomes more vibrant and beautiful. I want to
see the world in more than just a few primary colors and a few standard
images, and express it with all of the tints and hues that tell our eyes
that something is real and worth looking at again. What excites me is
to build a body of work that gives me the freedom to work all of these
things out as I move through the arc of my life; what moves me is when
people grace me with a moment of their time and uncover evidence of higher
meaning in this always shifting and ever restless creative process.
 
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