| We humans are an awkward species, often groping our way through interpersonal anguish and
pervasive premonitions of personal and societal doom. Though this perceived awkwardness can
be seen as charming and vulnerable, it can also be read as revealing a core of existential angst.
Art, from the ancient to the modern, has sought to reveal and represent this clumsiness. My own
studio practice seeks to do the same. Here, I’ll awkwardly explore both my process and art. |