When I look at an image, I see it for what it can become.

Realism is riddled with anxiety-induced pressure. I prefer collage.
I manipulate to expand the story, creating digitally and in real life with keys and clicks and scissors and glue. I often distort or erase faces. Replace identity with landscapes, color and shape. This allows viewers to bring their own impressions.
I crave the tactile. Evolve with mechanical pencil, Moleskine and hand-made executions. The permanence of analog affords success and failure. There is learning in both and hand-made means there is proof. That’s as real as if gets.