A tree lived. I don’t know where and I don’t know when. Over time this tree branched out in random organic direction. This tree grew in a fractal pattern and grew to a random size. It was cut down at a precise height and sent to a mill where it was divided into slabs of specific proportion. These different slabs were transported to places you will never know and further cut down by different objects to deliberate specifications. Eventual pieces of the pieces crossed my path at a given place and a given time. Presented with only a small piece of the once breathing life form, a particular section of grain of a particular cut out section of this particular slab of wood from somewhere, somewhen, and somehow, my subconscious happened to see recognizable shapes and images based on the grain and layout of knots. So I drew what I saw.
Stone has a similar life story. I have a similar life story. It is vastly more complex and I could waste yours and my time writing pages about why I see what I see, why I think the way I do, and why I draw what I draw. Ink, stone, colored pencil, wood, and time all converge in a balance of design; dictated by my subconscious and translated into recognizable language. Pulling inspiration from a myriad of angles, my subconscious mind respects, dissects, and cultivates the differences between to fuses them into one. I push for the contrast yet maintain harmonic balance of elements, which are always present. The result is a mixture of elemental solids and ideas influenced by my experiences, my discipline, physical and metaphysical observation, connection, thought, geometric thought, touch, and crafted expression. This collision of timelines of the living universe presents my current artwork.
At the core be art and listen to the wind. Follow where it goes and float where it blows. Balance in the uncontrol, organic fractal rhythm, and the unforgiving random is key to the happiness of perspective.