My paintings are acknowledgements of real and imaginary moments in my life that make me want to hold my breath. They are attempts to capture the purity and stillness of an idle moment spent alongside my wife, or more recently the mental gymnastics required to navigate mortality and family. My paintings function like miniature stage-sets. They are painted from observation and depict handmade objects, oftentimes organized atop my bedside table. The images function like an open door to a quiet room for which you can peek into, or a still photo of a play halfway through.
The beauty of giving a rose is watching her smile as she carefully reaches for its thorned neck. It’s seeing her trim its stem to better accommodate her short vase. It’s talking about her day as she fills the vase with water.
The beauty of giving a rose is watching her smile as she carefully reaches for its thorned neck. It’s seeing her trim its stem to better accommodate her short vase. It’s talking about her day as she fills the vase with water.