I was born on May 18, 1988. A couple random years before that, Mount Saint Helen blew ashes onto the North American continent. I sometimes joke around it foreshadows my birth. Such as Mt. St. Helen spewing ashes, memories of, “ the great nostalgia of what happened before” seems to always fascinate me.
My work delves into the area of history, theatre, childhood, and nostalgia. I love to rely on the oohs and awws of others. I love to stir emotion in any light I can find. I have a background in the arts. My father took acting on the side as a hobby, while my grandmother went to Cooper Union for fine arts.
I reluctantly hate to say it, but Disneyland influences me as well. Their moving parts and the fact that the place basically makes a child’s imagination run wild, is something science has oddly never looked into.
I love to work with my hands, I’ve never been much of a two dimensional person. My life has never been in two dimensions so why should it not be four dimensions instead? Now, I’m not trying to slander those who sketch, but my insanity and hypermania will never be held down beautifully on pen and paper.
Most of the time my work has a sad humor, a dark humor of sorts. I am a cynical person with many emotions that burst from my hands into forms I sometimes can only describe in parts of other objects. My work tries to change time for others, or in a way, change destiny. They stop to look at it, pause, and then walk on. Forever have I changed their path. Maybe they will figure out the cure for cancer because of me? Who knows. All I know is my art has to portray some emotion, either it is hate, disgust, love, or pleasure. If it does not I consider my work a failure. Emotions and time are my muse. If I can’t convey them then I have nothing to offer the world.
