I was recently told my work was about being lost. That's pretty spot on.

Here's the longer explanation:

My work explores emptiness as an embodied experience, akin to ecstasy. Can a post-religious generation in times of crisis find solace in said experience of nothingness? 

Repetitive and accumulative gestures, not unlike a prayer, seek a meditative perspective (observing observation). 

I attempt to work on the friction zone between the futile and the Sublime. Where does a gesture aiming for emptiness go from poetry to pointlessness? In a world focused on productivity, what space is available to artistic and spiritual contemplation?

 
CV