Much of my work is about bodies and the winding complexities of nature. While a lot of viewers find my work horrific, I feel something sublime and beautiful in chaos. The unpredictable flow of our natural world is imprinted into our DNA: we rise at times above it, but it is always with us.
In contrast, there are equal parts wonder and fear in the alien realms of geometry. For a decade I’ve scanned through divine and perverse manuscripts, which over time, now anchors my figures into their world.
As civilizations have retreated from their animal state, simplified, perfect forms have come to symbolize ideals. Even runes and alphabets hold magical implications. Lines and basic shapes call upon ancient gods or hold mysteries we cannot grasp. The two lines of a cross can represent immense suffering. Paimon’s sigil is a metaphor for winding secret riches, wisdom guided by a demon king.
I enjoy drawing from these references to create a newer, contemporary geometric void. Humans are now more adapted to living through tiny boxes: micro-apartments, televisions, phones, tiny slices of land parcels. We enjoy nature as a leisure, but ultimately, where should we belong?