Untitled (gridded landscape) maquette
plywood, wildflowers (asters)

I have a theory, one among many, maybe half-baked but, also, maybe insightful; that there is a specific, special age for each of us that shapes our subconscious. Sort of like Freud’s stages of psychosexual development but, also, definitely not; just a pivotal age, an age maybe before trauma, maybe before reality and rejection touch us. Someplace, sometime of safety and security in our relationship with the world. I’m not exactly sure when that age was for me but I see how it shapes my artwork.

I think of myself as less of an artist defined by my medium and more as one defined by my unified visual language across mediums, unmistakable childlike awe and whimsy. Objects and ideas are simplified. They become pared down representations of themselves, unhampered by complication. I am simplifying, sanding, rounding, polishing, romanticizing; creating an inviting, accessible interpretation of themes both familiar and foreign. This neatness and deceptive sense of order satisfies our primal desire to catalogue our experiences and environment.