I fall in love daily with people I never speak to. Their awkwardness and arrogance makes my heart swell. On long urban walks I revel in the layered nuance of fragile human egos, through the filter of my own. I harvest conversations and body language like precious specimens. My work is built from this palette of borrowed moments and depicts people in conflict, often with themselves. Deeply rooted in observation, my practice focuses on the space where the world collides with a rapid cycling loop of self- hood [obsession, examination, doubt, flagellation, reflection, acceptance]. I use painting, sculpture, and stop-motion animation to celebrate the persistent destruction/creation of identity.
My animations consist of non-linear narratives that speak to intimacy and isolation, indecision, empathy, craving, doubt, failed communication, conflicting desires, and the violence of time. Clay figures battle their egos and struggle to communicate. They may suffer physical and emotional imperfections but, like humans, they’re in a constant state of transformation. Destroying and rebuilding, again and again, this mud grows into ever new iterations. The process can be cruel and absurd but empathy always creeps in to allow for tender moments of connection.
