The oil paintings I produce emerge from a life in contradiction. Growing up in the Phoenix desert and serving on naval ships at sea forged my taste for dissonance. I don’t subscribe to art as modalities; the pure sensation-experience; or ideals of antiquity. Instead, I pursue beauty drawn from the un-beautiful and opposed. Stitching together slivers of memories: A curl of frizzy hair, smoothly ripped cloth, a crisply crashing wave, cracked concrete. Each element chosen for its tension with the others, forming images that are rooted in realism that become otherworldly. To respect illogic yet not dismiss the coherent. I’m confronting what I find most difficult about living today, and aim to nullify that discomfort. A kind of visual pharmacology that eases the sting that comes with being, though that isn't the entire picture.

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