I drown in petroleum distillates.

I have always believed that painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpture and all other forms of visual art were forms of communication. With that being true they all must have a viewer, hopefully multiple viewers, in order to be called art. Until they are viewed and digested by people they are just things without a purpose. Here is the interesting part of the equation I make art for me, to tell a story that I want to tell. I can only hope that when it is viewed it is savored and the viewer leaves feeling. Art can and should create feelings in viewers, it should make them excited in a way that makes them want to come back to see and feel more. This is one of the reasons why I started making objects that were interactive. By combining body and art I add a theatrical aspect to my work that demands attention. By making art that requires a viewer to interact with it in order to fully understand it I go out on a limb. Art is not suppose to be touched. It is suppose to be hanging on a wall or sitting in the middle of a room with red velvet rope around it. In “The sporozoan’s shrine to the mapping of the parasite.” I ask viewers to not only walk around and into the shrine but to open the box and remove its innards. It is not an easy thing for viewers to do, to get beyond what they have learned from years of art viewing – “DON’T TOUCH”. Because much of the work that I make is made with paper and delicate materials damage is inevitable and fixing these damages adds to the history of the objects. The objects change and evolve from one performance and showing to the next.

Art never ends.