b0und
What are your foundations? Is it sturdy? Can it withstand the test of your personal truth? Is going on your own pursuits a selfish endeavor? Greatness unbound. Ask for your borders to be broadened. Are you binded to anything? Home. What is your binary code? Your reduction to the simple. Choice or coded? Red pill / Blue pill?
Grand Tetons
hazy childhood memories, anamnesis, muscle memory, home structures, negative space of thought and structure, anatomy's systems as living surrealism, bliss states, oneness in nature, forest escapades, rogue summers, paralleling connections, Thumbbute, wooden sanctuaries.
Radio Silence
Produced in a time period of radio silence. No noise of busy bees, alarm clocks, and loud schedules. Getting to the bones of ourselves.
sweet tooth
Of bones and flesh. What do my bones read? Excavating of past lives, growing of new self. Unlearning to learn. Sweet >> rotten. Archeological tomb or yesterday's vices. Pearled memories and chiropractic alignment.
sync - Using the SYNC_0_P8 drawing series, the installation based on the muscle memory the human body naturally downloads onto itself when playing a musical instrument.
Tea & Crumpets
My first long-term creation, revisiting the piece over a ten-year period. Exhibiting in multiple exhibitions, the most recent being the ‘Inside Job’ with Christie’s auction house, explores shifts in storylines. One of my first graphite works then evolved to find a relation to a physical embodiment of heritage, lineage, a contexted timeline, letting the wood speak of its history alongside mine and the human species, and gay rights owed to black transgender women.
Please note the initial image of the ‘Tea & Crumpets’/‘Eve’s Eden’ was originally a given high school assignment of human and graphite technique study, some 10 years later I now have a work that features a black woman. Understanding that her story is not mine to tell, which is why the proceeds are going to the proper nonprofits to support those communities, I also recognize that as a gay man my rights today came from the fight and lifework of Marsha P. Johnson. My hope has been to honor and acknowledge her story and support the work that the Anti-Violence Project serves to the New York black transgender community, and Color for Change for BIPOC.
Thought Scape_00
Poetic seascape of architectural thought expressed through media exploration which fuels my creative curiosities and words that sing that my subconscious dwells on.
You made me blush | What are you grateful for today? | The Divide of Self | BREATHE. | Time is a tyrant | Calloused thoughts | do or die? | What is painting? | Germinal Horcrux | We only see each other at weddings and funerals. | “Rules” | Meat Factory | geese & barbed wire | Joy Boy.
three’s company
design as innate optical pleasure, holy trinity, rule of thirds, me-self-i, architecture of self, halo structures, portrait of thought, horcrux as scars as studs, thought scapes, the mind as the greatest battlefront, past and current mirror portraiture, aura mapping. What makes you holy? What’s the depth that you live in? Identity owned: fractured cartilage seamed by peace and killer RBF.