My art is narrative art. Even a snapshot of a single image depicting one inconsequential instant in time tells a story. Every moment is always between a before and after. Every scene has something that can inspire wonder. There’s something in every nothing. There is fullness in the empty.
The visual stories I want to share are the quiet, fleeting, subtle, familiar, and wistful occasions in which the scenery may become the main characters. The subplot could come to the fore. The time and space between actions gets equal attention. These are human environments devoid of people. Shadows stretch against a boarded up house. Ripples undulate on the surface of a lake. Clouds morph and migrate across the sky. Curtains billow. Weeds shoot up through the cracks in the concrete. Water towers, smokestacks, and telephone poles punctuate the landscape. Alleyway lights illuminate puddles. Sunlight plays upon the dirty snow. Bare tree branches intertwine.
Through my small scale, delicately treated drawings and paintings, I champion the hidden, the timeworn, the abandoned, the seemingly insignificant, and the decayed. I notice things. A crumb is fascinating. Nothing should be overlooked.