My work thrives in imperfection. I dread the perfect line, the perfect shape, the perfect anything. For once you have achieved perfection it means there is nothing left to discover. Its the end of the journey- the end of the adventure. What I offer are not complete stories. They are lines of poems, flashes of dreams, lost puzzle pieces and random debris carried by the wind and dropped wherever theyre dropped. The viewers may conclude from them what they will, and I hope that they conclude something, anything, even if the conclusion is just as vague. My work is a walk through the magic mirror. Its a trail of bread crumbs in the forest. Sometimes its a crawl under the mountain. So take a lantern and follow me.
