I question the purpose of making art.
When I make work, I am merely working through physicality and mark
making. It is primitive and shows a reminiscence of my rural up
bringing. Order and chaos is a daily conflict, and it is that
uncertainly and certainty that becomes a balancing act of structure
and space. In that, I can sense not only the intimacy and reason why
I produce the work, but the commonality it shares with my interest in
structure. Being fragile and appearing normal is a dichotomy that
goes hand in hand with my current work. The human condition gets
looked past and is hidden and underlying; many artists have tried to
tackle the human condition, but not of Contemporary times and the
mental mind state of humanity. Art in itself is a physical act that
often gets looked past due to it being stereotyped as holding no
value to society; although we are the greatest historians of time.