In my constant search and collecting of objects distorted within its glass container–clock faces found in moonspots and flower blooms, scattered pearls on a fawn’s back, a memory of hunting trapped within a metal carousel–mirrors reflect something wild and create an invisible portal between dream and reality. 

The animals that appear within my work chase one another in a spiral portal, enveloped in a love that is not concerned with a forward movement of time. Yet, they run towards unfinished spaces, murky gestures of oil paint, and paper cuts–a subtle violence that pulls us into the strange comfort of nature and things undiscovered–a bleeding, sweating, muddy kind of impulse. 

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ripples, mirrors a full moon, 2025, oil on paper, 35 x 42 in. 

running animation, 2025 linocut on lace scraps.