was raised in the industrial South with a fondness for old cotton
gins, oil derricks, and mill towns. My grandfathers were the first
artists I knew. They were both truck farmers who spent off days
plowing rows for squash and greens or picking melons from the patch.
Gardening was my initial artistic activity. I remember how straight
those rows were. The varying shades of mustard, collard and turnip
greens against burnt ochre earth and the brightness of peppers and
sliced melons were some of my first chromatic experiences.
began making art in my early twenties. My path was set to be a
mathematician or an engineer, but my hands felt left out. I have a
love of materials. I need to get my hands dirty. This curiosity has
developed my skills in welding, woodworking, and painting. There has
always been within me the need to doodle and twiddle with any
available material. Consequently, art is a form of journaling for me.
The work I produce reflects all facets of my psyche, usually in
complicated layers of chronology.
am of the mind that the best artists are those who are always seeking
new experiences. I can’t create on an empty tank. The pain and
joy of new visual and emotional discovery charge the creative battery
inside me. Currently, I am processing what it means to be a father.
I am fascinated with the mental and motor development of my
daughters. In their world everything is new, flat, and unexplored.
Only the brightest colors and most engaging machinations will hold
her attention. There is complete uncertainty and complete security
in their lives. It is my goal to create and explore with the same
fearlessness and curiosity; to unlearn the mystery and secrets of
life; to grow young in my perceptions. Tripping over toys, putting
on p-j’s, and watching Curious George are the sources of my visual
information. I am drawing clouds, bananas, stars and birdies. The
colors I am reaching for come straight from my daughter’s wardrobe
and toy bin. When I think about how she sees the world I encounter a
refreshing flatness and simplicity that allows for new discovery and
re-discovery of that which I ignore daily.
My recent paintings
are formatted horizontally much like film rolls or comic strips.
Each painting is made of multiple stills all vying for the viewers
attention. This arrangement implies a passage of time; a
progression of strong ideas and actions much like the day-to-day
chronology of our family photo albums.
The pieces also
explore the harmony between unity and individualism; the whole made
up of the parts; a family.