about the artist
warrior / artist / endearingly awkward
I create for the same reason I walked five hundred miles through Spain, stumbling into Santiago de Compostela on my 27th birthday with two broken feet. For the same reason that I crawled out the window of my car as flood waters rose around me and I watched ten years worth of work and memories float in the abyss. For the same reason I taught myself how to walk after metal crushed metal then crushed my body. I like the challenge, the discomfort, the sensation of putting myself through the hardest things I can imagine, the pressure building up until I am better than I thought I could be.
Survival and creation are intrinsically linked in my life, propelling each other forward through the act of storytelling. I’ve turned survival into an art form, to take it’s strength and marry it to mine folding it like castle forged metal, until the idea crystalizes in physical form and a new body of work is born. I’ve circled the globe a wanderer, continents and cities falling beneath my feet. I cull experiences and lessons to form an image and believe in every possibility no matter how fantastical.