The world is not real. All that you see and feel and taste and touch is not real. These experiences are the result of atoms interacting with the energy of another atom or photon of light. Ungodly numbers of these interactions causing other interactions and exchanges of energy until something within you interprets them. Makes sense of them. Becomes cognizant of the group of atoms that is your hand wrapping around the group of atoms that is your cup. This is filled with other atoms that are currently arranged to provide movement around each other but without completely dissipating. Something within your reads all this and decides it means you are enjoying your morning coffee. Your reality is what you made it.
But what is “you”? And how is it creating this story from these interactions of atoms. This is a question many minds far more brilliant than mine have delved into, but nonetheless, I can’t stop asking. My life (and my art by extension) is fueled by this curiosity. I feel like the answer is scattered all around us in parts. This scientific discipline has some and that scientific discipline has some others. These spiritual beliefs hold important keys and those religious beliefs deep truths.
In this day and age it seems that there are almost battle lines drawn between some of these branches, disciplines, and schools of thought. They are all trying to answer impossibly large questions from different angles. My art gives me an outlet to pull in multiple perspectives and try to give them one frame. Its my way of sitting with these questions and those multitudes of small answers in contemplation. With each new work I create I want to bring a new reality forward.
I primarily create paintings because this allows me to manifest a story that is only limited by the human eye. I enjoy working with rich colors in a surrealistic style that give a sense of the vibrancy every bit of life truly has. Every project I start, I want it to give the viewer a sense that they could almost fall into it. I want it to become a reality all its own.
The most terrifying and wonderful thing I have ever learned is that reality is a fallacy. Every mundane object or act has a far more to it than we can yet begin to measure. That sip of coffee is full of an endless complexity.