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When people interact I like to think of colliding waves. As they pass, sometimes they get stronger and sometimes they get weaker. This interaction churns and flows creating a signature for this social moment. Frozen in time and soon simply a memory.
This is composed of various textures taken from water, Bubbles and reflections from the surface all contribute their own element of color and texture. Imagining what it would be like to be inside of water. The endless, ever changing, and amorphous structure. Could you ever get out once you entered?
The cheerful sunflower slowly disintegrating and speaking to our temporary existence. We are loops not lines as our legacy always returns to where it started.
Organic growth pushing through mechanization and a rigid patterns. A play on how the machines in our life dictate to us. My image is trapped in each sphere trying to shoot a photograph of the viewer.
Being knocked down isn't the end. Being alone battling life isn't the end. Sometimes the only thing you have is the next day and the next step forward.
Here I am pushing the background away and drawing the Iris's forward. Let the star of the image shine.
Texture of water exposed. Under the smooth texture of the surface are currents running everywhere. What we can see unaided is such a thin sliver of what is really there
The delicate wings of a chaotic butterfly. One small push here or there could have dire consequences. Here balancing between beauty and violence. Unstable.
I lost my mom as a child. This is me revisiting her memory. Peace mom.
Emptiness of a dusk sky creates a void on the outside. Emptiness of suburban life creates an emptiness on the inside
Dystopian Communication (2020)
What is language and what is not? Here I have a nonsense alphabet attempting to communicate. Is it a warning? Is it advice? Is it simply advertising? Acid rain dystopia.
Healing from PTSD requires the victim to reprocess memories and separate yourself from the events that injured you. This is me going over my past; going over my tendencies; going over my illness.
This is 7 am on your front porch drinking coffee. Soaked in sunlight, covered in calm air, and showered with birdsong.
Various photos imprinted on colored kids play slime. It is about expressing messages that are in tension and conflict with each other. What do we say to people using our body language vs what we actually say in words?
Seeking to lure the viewer in to a deeper level; drawing into the center. Playing on the concept in Physics of how energy can only go so low before nature fights back.
Where is the boundary of privacy. At what point does a viewer cross the line into intrusion. Does the flower have a right to privacy? Does the viewer have the right to look at whatever they want?
Not eve sure what to say. I just love his posture so I got to thinking about a dancing crab. Why not disco?
There is what we talk about and what we don't talk about. The very word Childhood has carefree happiness attached to it, but thats not always true. Sometimes when you peel that word back you find something terrifying, and someone who needs help.
Contrast between curves of caring colors and the abrupt boundary of judgement.
Recovering from surgery and trying to be positive. The background is an image from Hubble Space Telescope demonstrating just how massive the universe is. But regardless of how massive it is our achievements are not diluted. A massive, yellow sunflower with rainbow flames reminds us to keep our gaze centered and not miss adjacent beauty.
Flowers deconstructed and reconstructed. Still beautiful.
This is about our designation of garbage. What is garbage and what isn't. Here I have beach glass surrounded by a frame showing recycled cans. Two things that are considered refuse but here get a second life.
What would be a flowers greatest fear? Color abandonment of course.
My best friend Cinder. Even though it's a yawn it still look ferocious to me. Is it a scream? Is she struggling to say something?