If you find yourself pulling the thread that unravels the universe, a new space opens up--a space of possibility. I am exploring that space--casting out nets into it and hauling things back for contemplation.
I make devices, sculptures, drawings, photographs, videos, installations, conversations, and more. I use whatever comes to mind, whatever comes to hand, in a quiet battle for survival: absurdity, electricity, light, evaporation, radio broadcasts, junk, glitter, salt, mixed feelings, transdimensional travel, construction materials, radio control cars, other vernacularities.
We're all just processing and reorganizing the world we encounter, and I'm doing it out loud in a wind tunnel in another language.
Right now I'm thinking a lot about the Wild West and what that means or might have meant.
