When I was young, my mother taught me that God is love and that violence and destruction are constructs of man. Yet when I look around me at the universe, I see a system founded in the deaths of the weak and unfortunate. The wheel of creation grinds endlessly, a ravening machine, terrifyingly pure in its lack of concern. Yet, it is also beautiful, a profoundly synchronized web of vibrating particles.

Using science and spirituality, we attempt to understand these truths. I believe that this struggle to understand defines us as humans. My work is my meditation on these mysteries, but it is also about the search for answers when my flaws guarantee a myopic view of whatever truth I might discern. To exist is to struggle. In my work, this translates as an attention to labor-intensive practice. The patterns, layering, repetition and fragmentation are processes found in nature that are integral to the work and the meditation of creating it.