There’s something about all of this constant chaos; everything happening simultaneously all the time that feels so mundane. Like it has always been there. Like it is supposed to be there. Another everyday spectacle. Truth is as liquid as the past, and with a little heat facts and moments seem to quickly evaporate; forever lost to time. 

The work is not occupied with truth. The work maintains the grey area - cozy in the warm comfort of contradiction and chaos; you can always count on those guys. You know them when you see them. They have always been there.The artwork is often uncomfortable but reaches for the familiar. My lipgloss is too tacky and my tennis shoes slightly pinch my baby toe. Humor is crucial in uncomfortable situations. Desire is everywhere. The work is a product of the internet; often constructed using various systems of production and bits of digital debris, information, media, and material leaving their impression to be inspected, questioned, interpreted and synthesized. 

The resulting artwork is often in the form of an object, consumer product, fashion, video or some combination of these; moving from one idea to the other tethered by thin conceptual strands. It’s all right there.