I work on dozens (hundreds?) of things at once. As drawings and paintings cycle into my view, certain motifs repeat in ways that create couples and communities of works. Often a work shines most in relationship to others or particular to its space. This is one way in which exhibiting art is so much fun; to run through the archives and sort out a proper bunch of weird characters. Like a children’s party, in an art show my figures play, laugh, cry, get rough all across the emotional range.
My works are flat, particularly reductive to XY coordinates in digital formats. However, when given space they can become sculptural in a way which apps do not capture. Spaces like Galerie Hübner + Hübner were particularly kind to me. They provided me dimensions for their exhibition space and I gave estimates for how many frames I’d need at certain sizes. I would bring art boxes with five times more works than needed for their rooms and we’d work together to organize how pieces felt together.
I miss those days, but find myself feeling so lucky having those experiences; particularly while also living as a father with a tremendously demanding job. So much of my work goes into boxes that rest for years and it’s a dream of mine that they will find walls to speak on again.