Compulsive and illusive, I seek the unknown. I'm the nomad and the child.
The resulting work has a sense of something familiar, yet identities remain obscured. The oddity, the absurd, the potential phenomena and my discovery of that unexplained thing. The work brings to bear fascination and fear, humor and immobilization.
The nameless entity is built on an increasing anxiety. The forms are jarring, the visions hallucinatory, and the oddities humorous. The nomad and child are maturing, realizing there is no real remedy for this panic. It's here to stay, its not going away, and thus, the brooding question remains, will it be fight or flight?
