when i was a kid i would notice certain places that seemed to be magic. not the sort that's fun and safe, but something strange, something that it might not be wise to turn one's back to. these places were almost always ordinary and pedestrian: the perpetually disused lobby of my grandmother's condominium building, the triangle of grass and pine trees between an interstate and the onramp, an abandoned stone quarry. They all seemed to hum with a dim potential, and for some unfathomable reason, stood out against all of the other places that i encountered.

this feeling of a normal experience becoming somehow more than normal, with the help of something otherworldly, is what prompts me to make the art that i make. there is an intersection between my memories and experience with wool-gathering and fantasy that occurs. this intersection creates stand-outs, scenes and places that i can't quite shake, that possess this strange and bent feeling that is so difficult to explain. the people and creatures in these places share the aspects of becoming something strange and not-quite-quotidian.