Mine is the liminal space between humor and pity. Instead of declarations, I make suggestions; it’s not my place to tell you what to think, after all. Really, I’m more interested in the foundational elements of storytelling, often obscuring the coherence or totality of a work in favor of something a little more scattered. My paintings mimic the form of story, but withhold any meaningful exchange of ideas. I call them impotent narratives. The structure is compromised: we’ve reached this recognizable end, but we’re not quite sure how.

Here: a nagging doubt and ephemeral confidence are the only constants in my work. I am the small, pathetic everyman, unworthy and everlasting, and this is my voice.