The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past.
- William Faulkner

Experience continually builds, changes, and folds in on itself. In the South, where I have lived for most of my life, knowledge of the past is knowledge of oneself. Minor events develop major importance. Meanings that were murky in the present may clarify or may become obscure with the passage of time.

How does one create artworks or images that relate these experiences?

It’s tempting to think of pictures as being as clearly definable as words. They often come with an epistemic feeling that the world is the way the image shows it to us. However, creating images, representational or abstract, involves a series of translations. The most honest efforts include subjective interpretation, learned priorities, aesthetic concerns, and employing a variety of tricks-of-the-eye.

My work is concerned with the hubris and humanity in grasping for certainty as time and meaning are constantly colliding, collapsing, and being re-constructed in an ever-unstable and uncertain present.