The creative impulse is a funny, fickle beast. It nags me in the dead of night until I acknowledge the beginning of a future work of art, and it often leads me to find inspiration in the strangest of places: partially overheard conversations, the fall of a shadow at midday, or the passing glance of a stranger. I continue to be amazed that these fleeting moments beg and demand to be manifested into the world.
Not that I am without more typical points of inspiration. I am wickedly fond of Marcel Duchamp, Samuel Beckett, and Friedrich Nietzsche; the different flavors of cynicism that they express in their various disciplines speaks to me on a personal level. I often find myself referencing some amalgamation of pop culture from my childhood in combination with whatever emotional state I am in when inspiration strikes. Frequently, and mostly unintentionally, my work takes on a sinister tenor. I can really only point to my love of gothic horror and classic science fiction as the root of that particular quirk. It is a bit like having Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, Ray Bradbury, and Roger Zelazny over at 3am for a C. S. Lewis style tea party narrated by Rod Serling in which I am the hatter.
In a more formal sense, I enjoy exploring the personal mythos that I have developed from exposure to late night television, folklore, and fringe culture. It is my goal to build a body of work that reflects the twists and turns of my creative process and tells the narrative supplied by my subconscious. Primarily, I work with texture and context in my two-dimensional works, but I will turn to traditional mediums and methods when they strike me as more appropriate. I like to collect skill sets more typically assigned to artisan craftsmen in order to fully realize particular ideas, and I continue to be open to expanding and building further upon my various tools of expression regardless of the direction I need to take.
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