While creating this body of work, I have been thinking of a kind of place. I feel like most people have been there before, at least most people I know. Its a place that is both familiar and alien…comforting and yet completely disconcerting. It's a place one is always trying to forget, but will go to remember and learn things. I don't think of this place as a location on a map, but more a place in one's head where life reveals itself … bit by contradictory bit. Its a place where you start to put things together, where things seem clear, though not always logical.

To me, this place looks a lot like the place where I learned most things, the place where I grew up. The same elements are there, a similar landscape just as I left it. But not exactly. This is an ominous space, cloaked in bright colors and pattern. It's inviting, but once you're there you can't help but feel that something is a little off, a little wrong. Or maybe its perfect...and that in and of itself is strange. There is a part of you that knows it isn't quite in balance. But looking around, there are truths to be told in the lies.

I try to observe these vignettes as I see them, half narratives that stop just short of actually telling any story. They are cumulative moments, layered on top of themselves in such nonlinear fashion that what is left is not a progression you could animate, but a single, wavering still - isolating the consistent, obliterating the blur. For me, this is a thinking place. It is a place to consider people, decisions, what happened before and what happens next. Its the place where things play out.