ABOUT THE WORK
These dysfunctional siege engines creak and stumble over a barren, whitewashed landscape. As they lurch aimlessly along, they enact desperate little dramas of anger, pain, sorrow, and shame; often their very action is the cause of their destruction. Their meticulously clad surfaces lend them a false sense of security; their wheels and shoes speak to a nomad architecture; their Thom Browne pants reveal inchoate aspiration and anxious vanity.

I see the clunky sculptures and drawings as character studies, portraits of friends and family, and mirrors of myself.

BIO
Born 1967.
Lives and works in New York.

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