Moving through time is not effortless. There is a process to it that if ignored piles up around us like dead leaves. To truly capture the essence of the moment, the accumulating shreds must be swept away. I don’t see my work like the broom, I see it as what results from the itch to sweep.
Each piece is like a rip in the fabric of perception, exposing secret desires and fears normally hidden behind the veils that our six senses provide for us. Being a deep observer of the moment and allowing that invisible thread connecting me to realms beyond my own ability to comprehend offers timeless opportunities to expose the darkness of the other side to the lights of our essential living energy, capturing it in a state of suspension. That suspension creates an essential pivot point, building a harbinger of all the moments that will follow.
For better or worse, if one could walk through the rift of my frame, the future they’d inhabit would be one I envisioned.