I have a tendency to personify inanimate objects and feel genuine compassion for those that are damaged or disregarded. I see potential in broken bits and find beauty in rust and erosion. The older an object, the more haunting and alluring its ghost. Collage & assemblage art allows me to indulge these concepts by creating small worlds in a box where tall tales are told, jokes are cracked, emotions stirred, poems imparted and songs are sung. By using images that replicate the past and objects that authenticate it, my pieces become storytellers, dream interpreters and memory inducers. They are innately lyrical and flicker along to their own silent film.
My partner and I share an ardent quest: to rummage through thrift shops, flea markets, antique stores, garage sales, junkyards, attics and basements for precious baubles, bits and boxes. This is our treasure hunt. Sometimes an inspired idea for an assemblage will come upon first sight of an object. But more often I will mull through my neatly organized piles of arbitrary things repetitively placing random items together until something visually clicks and the piece takes hold.
I like to link organic objects from nature with metallic, industrial remnants and combine complimentary muted color schemes to harmonize dissimilar media. The narrative facet of each piece often derives from the variety of music I am listening to and the train of thought it takes me on. By the dimensional nature and design of each piece, they intend for you to raise an eyebrow and lean in for a closer look.