For thirty years I painted characters who nearly disappeared into their patterned environments. Until finally one day they did.
I generate pattern with single shapes repeated on a grid, in collaboration with screen, squeegee, and hand-cut Tyvek stencils. I print hundreds of variations of the same form, rotating mutating, and layering them until unexpected shapes—and a nascent narrative—begin to emerge.
In my installations, I enlarge and expand the patterns into three dimensions, transforming space, engulfing the viewer, floating on the boundary between order and chaos.
Andy Warhol famously declared that he wanted to be a machine. To me, that conjures a human and a tool performing a task together, making an intimate, intricate dance, the repetitions of their movements creating new rhythms and patterns that neither could have created on their own: The intersection of the mechanical, the hand-made, and the organic.