Statement

The Artist at Work

The Artist at Work

Flies in the Ointment

Device-driven technology has gone well beyond its original purpose of improving our lives. It has become the fly in the ointment. The natural world is now being encroached upon by a new age of techno-colonialism with the effects being both immediate and long-lasting.

My current works are presented as framed cultural relics with each pen and ink drawing wrapped around a canvas and secured in a shadow box frame (14” x 11” x 1.5”). By adding another component (actual meteorite fragments), a celestial element has been integrated within. My sources of inspiration have taken many paths over the years. I grew up in Chicago above my grandmother’s tavern and developed a childhood fascination with 1950’s sci-fi comics, movie posters, carnivals and a local amusement park. A dance hall was located directly across the street and I found much joy watching couples entering and exiting during the night. Nearby, nature presented itself in the form of a three-story waterfall commercial park. A creation of the Olson Rug Company, the faux nature setting also included holiday lights and lawn ornament animals. Much later, I became intrigued with and influenced by the art of Edvard Munch, Joseph Cornell, M.C Escher and the work of the Chicago Imagist aka “The Hairy Who”. The foundation was laid and since then, I have been weaving conflict, dreams and humor along with my personal perceptions of contemporary life into my artwork.

Portrayed within each work is a mythical landscape of mountains, waterways and woodlands populated by a tribe of innocent featureless beings. The inhabitants are often engaged, observing and participating in a variety of everyday activities. As events unfold and the series evolves, the tribe’s future is at risk when a celestial armada and its invading forces conspire to colonize their land. Once the invaders land and gain a foothold, they attempt to entice the unsuspecting natives with gifts of digital devices.

Ecclesiastes 10:1: ‘Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour’.