“This work comes from going on road trips. I pack the car the day before, go to sleep and get up very early in the morning. I drive through the night to my destination. I live in Atlanta and I’m driving through the south. It’s enjoyable, I get to listen to whatever I like, or nothing at all, my mind wanders. On the interstate the landscape goes zipping by but, as I get closer to where I am going the roads tend to get smaller and objects on the side of the road move closer. Maybe because its night time and I’m usually asleep but the world starts to look dreamlike and certain things take on importance almost like characters in a story.  

I see the night sky, a column of smoke or steam, a plastic bag, a dilapidated road sign or a strange tree and, I’ll find myself thinking about them long after the drive. I use ride my bike to work, and out of self-preservation I noticed much more detailed information concerning my path. I could tell where cars have gone off the road, or where the homeless person lived and things like that.  These things began to enter my work.  

I struggle with the idea of making art about mystery, especially narrative art like mine. But like most artist I’m compelled to work so, I push on and hope to produce something that will strike a note in others.”