I paint nature.
There is no more nature.
I paint myth.
There is no more myth.
I paint hope.
There is no more hope.
My gouache paintings are surreal reckonings of spectacles colliding.
The spectacles of culture, climate change, the Anthropocene, chronic war, capitalism, life in the simulacra, the mountains, the bliss of color and pattern, the seasons, matter and time.
The simulacra lives in our eyes, embedded onto our nerves.
My paintings are a personal scale saturated with unreal colors. The polka dots are aggressive agents of the simulacra clogging the social environment, like carbon lingering in the sky. Fingers churn the air and land, designing nature anew, the border between humanity and nature dissolved.
Strange moments coalesce, creating near events, time in motion, suspended, before or after disaster. I ask you to consider what have we done to this world? What are we are going to do?