fascinated by line, paper and the variety of marks and objects made possible by the human hand, I rely on presence to guide me.
as i lose track of time and the preoccupations of the daily, i am freed to listen to my voice within.
art making is a cathartic exercise which brings me silent pleasure, often frustrating contradiction, and effusive peace of mind.
the pencil, paint brush, scissors and hammer all extensions of my uncertain grip serve to quiet my nervous disposition.
by employing the tools of acrylic paints, found-objects and sketching implements I set forth in communicating my internal truths through any medium that calls my name that day.