I grew up in a rural area south of Akron, Ohio. As a kid I spent most of my time in a woods collecting bones and bullet casings. There was an oil well always pumping, the limestone rocks around it were coated with an orange film that smelled like sulphur and scorched engine oil.

I went to college for painting. I liked to paint in my studio all night because the empty building had a feeling outside of time, punctuated by someone 5 years earlier committing suicide in the figure drawing room across the hall with an extension cord.

The residues of time and place are grist for my art mill: urban legends, shoegaze, Spector's Wall of Sound, a scrambled TV, the breeze in the leaves of trees, the liquidity of dreams. I feel the absurdity of the passing of time with every fiber of my being, I want to communicate the mysterious feelings of being in this world. Figure ground can be slippery, slipping into and out of a dream, latent diffusion images like paintings are part of the residue.

Since beginning as a painter I have expanded into sound, digital art, video and generative AI; which I have shown internationally at film festivals, museums, galleries, and online.