I live in New York. I walk around and snap pictures and pick up ideas. Some are so flimsy they don’t last till the end of the block – others are seductive but turn out to be flings/ infatuations/whims. The best are those I unpack and unpack again – some of these find their way into books. A book is a bridge – or a ferry....
The space between you reading/ looking and me with pen in hand writing / drawing – the space is vast, until it becomes miniscule. Crossing that space, that river between us (which is, I admit, sometimes a desert) – my province is transportation.
Using both analog and digital means, I draw, and compile and compose. I explore language visually, through asemic writing, through actual words, through images, and sound notation. This website features a portion of my work.
The space between you reading/ looking and me with pen in hand writing / drawing – the space is vast, until it becomes miniscule. Crossing that space, that river between us (which is, I admit, sometimes a desert) – my province is transportation.
Using both analog and digital means, I draw, and compile and compose. I explore language visually, through asemic writing, through actual words, through images, and sound notation. This website features a portion of my work.
A recent article in the BrooklynRail that discusses my work: https://brooklynrail.org/2020/06/criticspage/Untitled-On-amber-archers-cinnamon-horses-and-birds