When I first began my journey as an artist, I saw as my challenge the mastery of a fixed set of skills. To my young mind, if I could perfect the craft, if I could expertly use all the tools, I would be an artist.
But as I pursued technical perfection, I began to understand that the art lives in the exploration. That, as an artist I am both wanderer and innovator, a trickster wielding a wide palette of disciplines, available to tell whatever story I wish, however I wish to tell it.
Regardless of the medium in which I choose to work, it’s the raw source material from which I draw that matters. Humans are comprised of swirls of dreamlike symbols and archetypes, emotions and instincts, myths and narratives. As we stumble through life, we share these with others, sometimes guardedly, sometimes generously. It’s my job as an artist to collect; to absorb experiences and stories and emotions, to sift through them, make sense of them, and reimagine and reframe and reshape them into something entirely new and unpredictable. Something that can connect, not just with one, but with many.
I challenge the divisions between inside and outside: between the exterior and interior space of environments, both architectural and emotional. I aim to divine a sense of place from the psychological, and a sense of self from the geographical.
I am an architect of emotion.