I grew up in an oil town in the
deserts of West Texas - a town that experienced crime waves with economic
booms. It’s a place that bends to the vicious cyclical nature of commodity and
crash where more money means more pregnant kids, more shootings, more
backhanded opportunities and the strain on already fragile relationships
between people of different races and genders. It is said that we spend the
rest of our lives trying to come to terms with our childhood and adolescence,
maybe that’s why I make art - to understand where I came from.
Living in such a transitional and pivotal time,
what scientists call the Anthropocene, I feel compelled to expose the chain
links between the industrial structures that moved us here and the people who
carried them on their backs. There is no point at which industry ends and man
begins; they have built up and within each other like a scab absorbing a
bandage, suspended in liminal time, waiting for the inevitable and painful
repercussions. In my studio, objects are born from pain waiting, frustration,
exhaustion, rage and the drive to be less ignorant with each passing day. Using
ceramics, wood and metal I create figures and landscapes that mimic the
dysfunction and destruction of Anthropocentric relationships while
simultaneously challenging the systems that created them. These pieces exist in
the realms of discomfort and heartache, begging the viewer to relinquish their
comfortable blindness to current environmental, social and political issues.I just need to go through and see if there are any places where I can bring in things from the brainstorming chart to fill gaps.

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