I wonder about the power of all images accumulated throughout history to infect the meaning of one’s life. I work to come to peace with this unredeemable system – a turbulent sea of images constantly (and arbitrarily) regulating how we build our conceptions of the world through our imaginings.

            Always images have surrounded us and now more than ever we are perpetually bombarded. Sucked into their imaginings, we identify however consciously with the claims images make about their subjects. Claims may be neutral like simply a claim to be visible. Claims may be not neutral (motivated) or hide specific, disguised purposes – from solidifying authority to swaying my mother’s buying habits. Claims may be reused and refined, restricting imaginings more closely to specific interpretations. I explore the mess of this system to expose its subjective machinations, center the hidden power of claims, and restore potential to common lineages of images.

            Do you also feel anxious reconciling your experience in the world with your imagining of the world? And doing so according to the mysterious claims made by never-ending onslaughts of old, new, and recycled images? I find it relaxing to make my own images because, wandering through them, I can try to recognize their power to amplify, filter, and suppress how I imagine the world.

            I mash together disparate but amicably associated images to catch the texture of an anonymous yet entirely particular perception (something familiar that feels strange and romantic, a reflection). Talking with a familiar logic bent-out-of-shape can reveal what was shortsighted and remains permanently incomplete. I have no contempt for previous images: I just want to calm the noise and step back to appreciate how thousands of years of built-up claims have scrambled my imagination.

            By losing myself to the mismatched tides and aimless currents of claims in all sorts of imagery made in all sorts of years I sometimes land upon soft, stable places where it all unravels and hidden lines are easy to trace. My focus remains on detecting as much as I depict while seeking an earnest exit from the turbulence toward a stress-free point of view.