(2024-2026)

The Artifacts are composed of scraps rescued from larger projects, usually found lying about the studio, underfoot, cluttering tabletops, or just tossed aside like so many random thoughts. And while lying there, they sometimes find new life in surprising juxtapositions, ending up reattached to something else altogether, before getting pinned to a modest frame—not unlike battlefield mementos.

You might say it’s an act of conservation. But it’s really more of a conversation with discards and remnants, whose random beauty sings to me from the studio floor. They are the scuff marks, the shoe prints, the shredded seams, the discordant colors, the paint spills, the constant errors in judgement—the endless pentimenti of discovery and abandonment—my dangling blue threads of continuity; a process ever hopeful, even as they are stitched together for a likely losing cause.