Who am I?

No. Really. I’m asking. I haven’t the faintest idea. Maybe that’s the point—why we make art. For me art is not about representation or reflection but of excavation. It’s using the the tools of the physical world, wood and hair, pigment and pulp, mineral and light to challenge the limitations of that same physical world and draw back the vale of presentation and explore the humanity and animality of our individual and collective existences. Who am I? Exposed and hidden, observed and observing, solitary and connected, flesh and bone, and sinew and spirit. Human. You are too.

Feel free to have a look around.