My work has always served a ritual function in my life and through it, I feel as though I am telling a story. A story that archaeologically uncovers buried systems/codexes, subconscious cartographies, pantheons of my own Gods and demons and heroes, while simultaneously reflecting on the frustrations of mundane existence and my impatience and angst of being unable to construct and maintain a "perfect" kabalistic environment to exist within.
The work is immediate, raw and an attempt to tap into the spiritual animal.
I never care about archival processes or high end materials and supplies. I use what I find in alleyways or can purchase at a local drug store on my walk home in the evening. I attempt to bind and charge these items in order to create talismanic/ mnemonic devices. I try to erase the day to day from my mind and allow a new mythology to surface, even if it is the repetition of several of words. For a couple of years, I assumed an alter ego in order to separate myself from being an art administrator and practicing artist. His name was Roman Grey and he is now buried beneath the foundation of Last Lodge, the terminal house.