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DRAWING, WRITING, ETC.:
–New Miscellany (2016-Present)
–A slight so egregious it lingers beyond the dream (2015)
–The House without Orifices
(2014)
–Oversized Beneath the Percolator
(2014)
–Untitled/Unpictured (2013-2014)
–Excerpts (2007-2012)
–Bonfire Night (2012)
–Whispers Project (2011-2012)
–Paolo vs. “The Man” (2011-2012)
–Dicework II (2008-2009)
–The Dead (2008)
–Dicework I (2008)
–The Messier Catalogue (2007)
–Brushstroke Diagrams (2006-2007)
–Tell Me What to Paint (2006)
–Miscellaneous (2005-2006)ABOUT:
Lives and works in Vancouver, Canada. Primarily interested in the following: a) Visual and textual lines; b) the antiseptic tempered by a quiver of the handmade; and c) the diagrammatic and/or explanatory, especially when cloaked in ostensible self-importance without necessarily being true, serious business. Adherence to stringent procedural methods allows for an iterative exploration of the above concepts ad infinitum [read more].
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WORK: Images from Excerpts: Maps
“[ . . . ] enclosed by a neatly folded golden foil wrapper (similar to that which might contain a segmented chocolate bar). What one finds inside the packaging resemble rows of shower tiles – small white chiclets flecked with green seafoam and bound together in a grid by some sort of greyish mortar. Break a square off at the mortar seam, and you can safely carry it with you. But, snap a tile in half, and it will release sedative fumes.”
2012. Ink on paper. 8.25 x 6.5 in.
“A pile of rocks resembles a chair. He’s weary from wandering, so he sits down on it. A layer of smooth pebbles gathered in the bowl of the seat makes for a very comfortable experience. This unexpected amenity must have been crafted by human hands, but his mind focuses on stranger things: the landmarks. They still look the same as before, but of course they’ve changed location. Are the resemblances then mere coincidence? He’s been thinking of the current here and there as the same here and there he passed through last time, the only differences being the location of the staircase joining here to there, and the requisite route to find those stairs. But now he has his doubts.”
2011. Ink on paper. 4.5 x 4.5 in.
“Any sense of accomplishment derived from having located the exit here is swiftly negated by the certainty that a return visit to this exact place would only yield an empty corridor.”
2011. Ink on paper. 4.5 x 4.5 in.
“Here are his landmarks, finally. But they aren’t where they’re supposed to be. Despite the immediate reassuring comfort of their familiarity, their dislocation has rendered them useless. Are they then meaningless too?”
2011. Ink on paper. 6 x 4 in.
“Left, left, right, left, left, left, and right. The route is the same, but the landmarks have changed. Where have the stairs gone? The pair of archaeologists warned that this might happen. No, they warned that it would happen.”
2011. Ink on paper. 6 x 6 in.
“He stubbornly continues to explore the room in a systematic fashion. He may be falling to the lower floor a little too frequently, but he expects the tumbles would occur even more often if he were to simply fumble about through the darkness. He won’t entertain the notion that he could be wrong.”
2011. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“He wonders why Nathaniel is carrying such a large blade strapped to his back. The residents of the settlement had unequivocally indicated that there is nothing living below. Nathaniel, on the other hand, believes this explorer’s ‘damsel’ is the very evil the blade is intended to vanquish.”
2011. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“He knows where he needs to go, he can see it over there. But he has no idea how to get to it.”
2011. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“A strong wind is blowing up at him from somewhere deep below, and there is absolutely nothing to see around him but a formless black panorama. These two things combined are giving him vertigo.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“Could it really be that after all of this time his eyes are finally becoming accustomed to this perpetual absence of light? He is sure he is able to discern shapes more easily now. Yet nothing he sees with this newly strengthened perception is distinct enough to accurately identify ever again. Despite a concerted effort to memorize the appearance of every potential landmark, he’s still never certain that he isn’t going around in circles.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.