unravelling the abstract

I’m an abstract artist. I work primarily with acrylic on paper, wood, and canvas. My art is organic and responsive and I personally derive a great deal of healing from it. My themes all start and come back to our human connection to the universe and the disconnect between our physicality, our existence as sensual beings, and our humanist tendencies. My pieces hang in private collections, grace gallery walls, show up at public art installations and spill out of dozens of sketchbooks all over my house. I draw on anything, everywhere, all the time, because making art is my first language.

But, let me ask you: have you ever considered the contronym nature of the word abstract? It is, at once, a distortion and a synopsis: something that tells you everything, or confuses you completely. That, in a nutshell, is exactly what my work is supposed to do. If you know what you are looking for, you’ll find it in my work. Or, you can keep looking at it and see if you can learn something about yourself in the process.

To be perfectly honest, my work has always been about the same thing. But, it’s taken me a long time to recognize what that is. I could tell you all about it. Or, you can tell me what you see in it. In truth, my telling you what I see in it, or where I derive meaning from it, is absolutely and completely irrelevant. It won’t do anything for you to know this. What is much more significant is what you take from it and that’s where we’ll leave this diatribe. With you and your take away.