Ever since I was young I have been going “junking”. This is what my mom would call it when she’d pack me and my younger brother up in the car at dawn, with our pillows & blankets to go hunt for treasures at some obscure converted school house, deserted barn, small town antique shop or antique show. We’d spend hours wandering aisles of old things that positively radiated mystery and intrigue. What was that, who owned it, what did they do with it?
My entire childhood was training for living a life of imagining.
My work is an interruption of a story, a glimpse at another place and time with a dash of mystery. It has been sparked by something I have seen, which lead me to something else, somewhere else, and eventually lead to something that actually took form.