With the world in a heightened state of spasmatic convolution, my art has been swept along in the madness. This insanity has caused a strong, primal desire deep inside me for images, sounds and feelings that are simple and clear.

I am not longing for something far away or long ago. I am just reaching into the smoke of the present and trying to grab a piece of what’s out there. I work in metal because it has the endurance necessary to release my “news” into the outside space. With my immigration into simplicity, I dream of leaving the United States of Amnesia behind and joining the march of the new Neanderthals.

You know more than you think.