My work unfolds like a ritual conjuring—a physical and mental odyssey plunging me into a heightened trance state, channels wide open to that relentless current of manic energy, sweet uncertainty, and the wild wonder of it all. Creation is an act of necessity, a burning compulsion to cast personal visions into tangible form, hoping the viewer feels a kick, a spark, some jolt of consciousness as they face down my swirling meditations and fragmented musings. Here, I offer the raw fruits of this controlled frenzy, which fuels the underbelly of my creative mind and drives my unpredictable methods of handling every material in reach.
Acrylic and spray paint form the restless foundations of my canvases, thick and pulsing. From there, the surface demands more—more marks, more layers, more offerings. Crayons, Sharpies, pens, pencils, charcoal, tape, printed scraps; anything that spills from my hand to satisfy this aesthetic hunger. It’s all instinct, trusting the uncharted process like an alley wanderer in the dead hours of night, never worrying or doubting the outcome. Plans are for the timid. Here, I let the images claw their way to the surface, body and mind enraptured, an accomplice to the painting’s raw emergence.