My work is akin to a palimpsest, it’s scraped away and drawn over, and again scraped away, rebuilt; layer upon layer, year after year.  

The themes change from the blurring of  moments through lenses,  to machine parts; now to reflections of my other self, reflections of a barely known twin.  In time, another layer will be undoubtedly scraped away to reveal an erased surface from another moment, another time. 

Built up, and scraped away, repeat

I am still searching for the thread that weaves this work together. There have been times when creative threads have been snapped and in haste tied together; those knots and lost fragments become a part of the warp and weft of the images here.