b. 1985

I present my subjects as fragments—cropped sections of a larger whole—stripping landscapes of their context and geography. These fragmented scenes are reduced to elements that could belong to any number of places or times. Throughout, there is always a human touch that layers, obscures, and distorts, blurring the boundaries between nature and humanity. Nothing is whole; instead, the work reflects what can be salvaged from a degraded source, like a distant memory or a dream.

The juxtaposition of materials—acrylic panels over oil paintings—mirrors the way art is often displayed in public, encased behind protective barriers. The irony is that these barriers, though intended to preserve, also provide an unintended canvas for expression. Some cannot resist an opportunity to leave their mark, asserting, “I am here.” In this space, property and vandalism merge, creating something new.