I am painting my way through a problem - that being the uneasy observations of the emotionally empty experiences and vacant human encounters I see each day.  I capture these impressions in the act of painting, the layers of story resting in the ridges of paint left by the brush.  

This poignant mysterious alchemy is why I paint.  The storied characters I create within the work aren’t people in the predictable sense but alchemic illusions belonging to the aesthetic worlds that contain them.

The figures; no longer human, exist now as singular moments on canvas, similes to be revisited time and time again.  Transformed into personal imagery, they are psychologically ambiguous, fractured; my way of investigating the emotionally empty husks of humanity I see every day.  The characteristically stylized figures, simple reproductions of the corporeal impression, become repositories for my musings about humanity’s melancholy  and blasé.