Artist Statement-ish.

How family is or is not related, the confusion of the laughter, the ambivalence of relation. I’d like to understand complicated things. You gotta know what it's about or least of all where it comes from. Undeniably some of the awkwardly good memories that you grow to learn were contextualized or shrouded by further strangeness and tensions. The things you keep from children and yet they’re so curious to find. A childlike interest in the body, rolling around, and hidden so as to escape the possibility of being found out. We don’t talk about things. Drawings that show figures upon atmospheric landscapes. The literal amalgamation of body in material and collage. That didn’t seem like yesterday at all. 

Understand that it shouldn’t be so flat. I speak through these eyes that have recently faltered far away, crave dynamism. To feel through you feel through me… speak of the two veins in that you work; stepping out of course which is loved for the time it took, the intuition it cultivated, and the everything-is-moving-at-once-ness of it. But consider also the self portrait that appeared as construction and was an entire surprise. I feel the significance of the tone, the words sitting in the air, the air is that. The person you inherited this from may not acknowledge it. The lake is iced over and looks like the sky. I’ll continue with the scene… the body is a map. 

World weariness, pragmatically thinking of self relation. Intuition leads to a sense of making itself.