This is a story about a walk up the hill. You are the boys, the hills are the hills, and the wind is always whipping around, throwing things about, as wind does.
My work is concerned with the intersections between quietly disparate elements. I am interested in enigmatic landscapes and false identifications, visual moments that refer to a different story than the one actually being illustrated. These objects strive to describe the simple wildness of the truth, to uncover the magic in what is predetermined, machine-made, or unremarkable.