Time, decay, color, change.
I look at each oil painting I create as an individual still taken from the life of the object I choose to momentarily obsess over. With strong observation of details, defined colors, and juxtaposed spaces, I create work in a photorealistic manner. These pieces are recreations of photographs I have taken over the years of old, overlooked, rusting, flawed objects most consider worthless junk. Underneath the layers of dirt, rust, and chipping paint remains a hidden beauty and story. The idea of time and materials breaking down is like the death of an inanimate object, something which seems impossible, but deeply intrigues me. Defying the odds of beauty and mortality, my paintings provide a new life for these forgotten objects.
These life-like paintings are not created overnight, but rather, like the rate of their deterioration, become more realized each day. The time spent working on a single painting is a reminder that not everything can be beautiful in its initial state. Each stroke of the brush begins to reveal the history left behind as time moves forward.
My obsession with these objects returns to my childhood growing up around my father’s machinery, tools, and junk piles. The element of time was always present as I grew older and watched these objects change with me. With a strong reference to my past, any flawed, forgotten object catches my eye and instantly pulls me in to seek out its story.
I look at each oil painting I create as an individual still taken from the life of the object I choose to momentarily obsess over. With strong observation of details, defined colors, and juxtaposed spaces, I create work in a photorealistic manner. These pieces are recreations of photographs I have taken over the years of old, overlooked, rusting, flawed objects most consider worthless junk. Underneath the layers of dirt, rust, and chipping paint remains a hidden beauty and story. The idea of time and materials breaking down is like the death of an inanimate object, something which seems impossible, but deeply intrigues me. Defying the odds of beauty and mortality, my paintings provide a new life for these forgotten objects.
These life-like paintings are not created overnight, but rather, like the rate of their deterioration, become more realized each day. The time spent working on a single painting is a reminder that not everything can be beautiful in its initial state. Each stroke of the brush begins to reveal the history left behind as time moves forward.
My obsession with these objects returns to my childhood growing up around my father’s machinery, tools, and junk piles. The element of time was always present as I grew older and watched these objects change with me. With a strong reference to my past, any flawed, forgotten object catches my eye and instantly pulls me in to seek out its story.