Over the last several years, I developed a body of work that was an examination of grief, love and loss. In recent months, that work has evolved into a contemplation of time.
In many ways, the two themes are linked. As time goes by, grief is a constant companion and a constant reminder of the limits of time. Now I recognize how little time there is, or ever was, and how much of it I’ve wasted. Comprehension of this basic fact of life has turned my daily endeavors into an existential exercise.
Marking time; keeping track of how long it takes to make or do something, reminds me that there will never be enough time. Each piece I make now will be a record of how my hours passed on earth.
Process, media and content have mostly been agreeable companions in recent work. I use a combination of hand-made stencils, spray paint and burned paper to make my work; media that has appealed to me on a metaphorical level for the amount of ash it produced and its ritualistic properties. My current work privileges process over content, using the same methods as previously, but charting a different route.