About

Do you remember yourself?

Where you came from and where you are heading? Why you signed up for all of this again? Sometimes I do. I make art in those moments to capture a glimpse of remembrance of home.

I don’t separate belief from perception. Humans aren’t sealed off from gods, ancestors, or the unseen. Those boundaries are thin, porous, and mostly imaginary. Sometimes the world condenses into a person. Sometimes it condenses into a symbol. Sometimes it condenses into paint.