Life has a genesis and a resolution. Many of us struggle with an interpretation of the personal story we are creating. My work takes a critical view of social, political and cultural issues that exist amongst this story we call life. In my work I deconstruct a collaboration of ideas and experiences that exist from our childhood culture to our adult culture. Having lived and engaged in life around the world I have spent a number of years researching/studying subjects as diverse as civil rights movements, social, economic and cultural studies, theology/philosophy, classic literature and prose.
My work engages the discovery of our human condition and the biosphere of its existence through cultural movements. In a rich contemporary abstract style, each body of work revolves through a specific expression of our personal journeys and the tension that exists in ones cultural existence. By using a variety of layers, medium, marks, texture and deconstruction I am able to share a story in the same way one’s life is lived, through memories and experiences, from youth to adulthood, at times using text to provide clues to content and interpretation.
Every piece has a specific message. This message speaks through the story of ones life and human condition becoming intertwined between the two. My hope is that my work drives the viewer to an internal conversation of memory and meaning giving them clarity amongst the tension in contemporary life.
We Nicknamed You Peetey.
Why are you so sad child?
Remember when we would listen to Bowie and Lou
Those times far were wild
Elite and judgmental we sneered at the others thoughts
While the crew skated a few parking lots
I remember there were tears back then
For a few of us, no doubt,
We were basically kin,
Can’t put a finger on where you went?
You didn't physically leave,
but most of you did.
Thought about you today, yesterday as well,
as a matter of fact there are a lot of days mixed in,
been seeing all your art, the solemn pieces with the schtick
and wondering how your soul played out like your tattered kicks
all Warhol’d and 86’d,
I think your last journal entry read “now what”
or maybe it was “hard is what I’m surviving right now”,
come to think of it you wrote “I roll a pebble through my fingers,
blue has found its way back to me,
mont blanc hiding under a cloud,
me in my stupid clothes…”, and other words,
New Order is singing “Ceremony” on my speakers,
I remember us without headphones listening to Ian sing the original,
we were awed by emotion raw and probably both still are,
I want you to know you are still my sister/daughter friend,
we share spirit, we think thought, we make stuff, we breathe life and
can give it too,
I saw the pictures from you latest show,
it feels like it is crying on the walls,
I hope Norway was nice and all,
Its always nice to see with you eyes,
and I am always seeing
and here.... 2017