I think of this body of work as an allegory of life and death told in an unconventional and deliberately obfuscated way. Each individual work is a moment of a vague narrative, that appeals to different, and hopefully specific, aspects of what it is to exist as a human.

Some of these paintings were a purposeful investigation into my own relationship with death and oblivion and an attempt to somehow depict those concepts visually. Others were created purely from necessity to process reality through art. Some others were made as a celebration of life and living. Others still were created almost inexplicably, only to have their meanings revealed to me later. All the works in this collection are deeply personal in one way or another.

I feel that my work is a desperate reminder of the reality of nature. In both the idea that art can be valid on its own terms, in the way nature itself is valid, as well as in the reminder of the madness and complexity of the human experience.