My artworks are quiet. Quiet sometimes suggests emptiness, but that is not the quiet I am talking about here. What I mean is more like the quiet of realizing that life surpasses the words that contain it. Or, to put it another way, I know that any effort to convey the immensity of an experience will never be enough and yet I still find that effort meaningful. Think of being deeply in love with someone, appreciating so much about their being, and wanting to share all this with them. You take a breath and say, “I love you.” The pause, that quiet breath, in many ways means more than the utterly ordinary words ever could. My artwork exists in the intimate affect of that breath. My artistic practice is also iterative. I try to represent the fullness of seemingly mundane objects and activities–a late summer’s ballgame, an architect’s careful interior–knowing that what I want to represent most resists representation. Though my work takes different forms–drawings, prints, installations, and sound–my hand is prominent in all my work, creating intimacy, no matter the scale. It is in this intimacy that you see me create the possibility of a quiet moment and of a broader understanding of the smallest gestures.
