You Longed Greatly For Your Father’s House.

I made a pinhole camera in the shape of a very influential outbuilding from my childhood home.  I then took it back there, set it on a rickety old stool and shot the shed, creating kinetic images of my past. The further I'm pulled away from home (childhood), the tighter I cling on to the …

It Is Me.

These rags are a beautiful, emotional, mess.  They smell horrendous and instantly transport me to a childhood spent around cars in the garage with my father.  The colors are warm and inviting - flesh.  They beg to be touched, handled, which mimics how they were made.  Their creation served a purpose, having a very specific, useful job.  They are shop …

In The Garage.

I have been embroidering beads nonstop (except obviously as I write this) for the past week.  I have seven rags done - ten to go.  This process has allowed me a lot of time with myself and my thoughts; it might be nice to share.  You may or may not know that I've been screen …

Fall On Your Knees.

I destroyed the film that I never wanted in my possession anyways and created something beautiful in the process. --- Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth. …

Milk and Eggs.

This past week has been an incredibly productive one for me in terms of art making. I have put in countless hours (with the wonderful assistance/company of my mother) working on the presentation for my prints soaked in milk and eggs. Although the project is not quite finished and the pieces have yet to be …

Egg.

This summer has been crazy, fantastic and full of thought. An incredible amount of thought on both art and my surroundings. I feel as if this is truly the first time I have allowed myself (or even known how) to think like an artist. This being said I have only been producing a minimal amount …