(I destroy images.) There are no illusions present. To accomplish this dissolution, my work relies on physically building up and degrading the surface over a long period of time, with force, again and again. While brushes and paint are as familiar with my art as hammers, sandpaper and gasoline, time and nature are far more familiar with my art than my own hand and my own mind. This art spends most of the time outside, hanging from trees, buried in garden beds and resting on rooftops, shaped by sun, soil, foliage, wind, rain, and that absolute Texas summer heat.
Currently I am reintroducing representational images back into my work. These representations will be utilized as a means of furthering my argument that images do not exist.
I will render the images nonexistent, before your very eyes.