My earliest memories of my childhood consisted of dinosaur coloring books, Star Wars action figures, and all day hiking trips. I remember the first time I saw my dad's Tesla Coil fire up and light a tube bulb in mid air and spending the day in the kitchen with my mom making playdough you could eat... although I remember how it tasted and I recommend against it. There were physics lectures and artist's collections alike in our library. I stayed up discussing theories of the universe and debating over the expansion theory. I held my mom's hand as we walked around outside picking up locus skins and hanging them on each other. I also provided a tiny arm for the hard to reach bolts on an engine and I learned every tool in my dad's toolbox so I could hand them to his outstretched greasy hands.
I learned to be scientific and observant and to have an opinion on everything. I learned to be strong willed but to bend with the wind so I don't break.
These are the things that make who I am. They directly affect my art and my methodology. I love the aesthetic of a cohesive collage and how even minimal imagery can provide for an epic story. There's not a style I won't try or a tool I don't want to learn. I don't believe an artist's body of work should look exactly the same and I don't believe an artist should ever stop revising their goals. We, as humans, change and grow and our art should be about learning more of who and what we are. This is how I art, this is who I am.
Welcome to my studio, my collection of visual studies.