I find myself attracted to the idea that everyone is inherently disgusting, both internally and externally, but that simultaneously people are diabolically beautiful; that the attributes which we view with disgust, or shame, or embarrassment, are the very ones which form us into things of beautiful intrigue.

Overly large noses, beady eyes, fleshy bodies, odd postures.

Being clumsy, or accident prone, or smelly, or stilted, or awkward and strange.

The supposed flaws of our beings shape us, they make us who we are. As we change and grow throughout our lives, it is revealed that the human condition is a constant volley between what we can and cannot control; the template we start as, and - whether through pushback or acceptance - the things we become. My art is an expression of this. It’s a loving conversation between body and mind, between the nature of our beings and how we nurture them in turn. It is a depiction of what we become, and a love letter to the intrinsic parts of our being which caused it.

In my sculptures and animations, I depict the human form in a lovingly awkward light, chalk-full of all of the flaws which form us, which certainly have formed me. I depict the attributes of the people I love - overly large noses, beady eyes, fleshy postures… and I place myself into my work, and the humor which I’ve developed through all of my beloved years of stilted discomfort and inelegance.