I make pictures, objects, and performances that are anecdotal expansions of myself. An adult sensibility of planning, knowledge, and restraint is paired with adolescent meandering focus, naive aesthetic, and callow concerns. Drawing things and people helps me to understand their internal logic and how their selfness is performed. These representations are outside of me, enabling them to reflect without the divine glare of self-recognition.


As foreignness encroaches me, I refuse and dissolve these things into myself. I can be myself and the object too and the room which extends from the object. By populating the space with layers of artifice, there is disillusionment of the truth. We are no longer aware of the fraudulent, adopted portions of me that derive from others. The familiarity tricks us into accepting a reality from nonsense.