In these oil paintings, neon, deluge, and dust serve as visual metaphors for human manipulation of nature seen through an emotional lens. Stars hang in the firmament like stage lights, unmoved and unmoving, yet there’s an unmistakeable suggestion that their worlds are shaped by tidal forces as much as ours. The immortal remnants of synthetic materials masquerading as natural entities litter the background and create an eerily unnatural scape before which the memory of man's heroic ascent and ironic demise fizzles and fades back into celestial oblivion. Sheets of crumpled plastic cascade across paintings, evoking at first a feeling of aqueous serenity, but ultimately revealing itself as sham, a fake, a lifeless film and suffocating membrane.

Cave paintings and artifacts have provided vague insight into the habits and activities of ancient civilization, but we can only guess at what it was like to experience life through primitive eyes and feel emotions with primitive brains. Imagine if future Earthlings could somehow tap into the mummified minds of a long-since perished human species and channel visual renderings of human life- memories of love, nature, technology, and the collective memory of humanity's rise and fall. These paintings are inspired by that fantasy. As in a dream, the imagery dances between stable and ephemeral, modern and timeless, practical and nonsensical. Murky images of what we know as modern life on earth appear to be preserved or displayed in scientific vessels and left to collect dust in some bleak post- apocalyptic laboratory setting. And then, just as the mind dreams in order to relieve itself from a grim reality, euphoric, almost heavenly imagery illuminates the dismal gray.

When the forest's cacophony is hushed, when the rushing water stops and the sun's light is eclipsed, no living thing on earth stands to lose more than those burdened by consciousness. And without consciousness nature would lose her most enthralled and captive audience.