Cycles

My still life images generally involve an element of the darker side of nature. Some people find that unsettling; but a bone, or a bird skull, or a nest for me is just the beautiful architecture of a life lived in the wild. It's part of the cycle of everything. Death becomes nourishment, becomes life again, becomes beauty, becomes art.

I think this is true of all of life, and certainly my own. I don't want to make pretty pictures. I want to say, "My god how we have suffered, and yet see us rise again and again." See us pulling beauty from the ruins. Watch us make art from the wreckage of all these years. We alchemise into new forms over and over. Sometimes broken, sometimes transcendent. All of life is built like this, layer upon layer, of all that went before.