July 2018, ink on paper, various sizes
Love Letters to Greenpoint
Making drawing is a way to capture time. A way to mark the moment that vanish in the passing of time. The moment when steam rises quietly in a snow fall, the glittering water of a swimming pool at night; when a voided-eye fish is set up on the dinner table, and when dry leaves lean into the wind.
I compose these drawings as film frame- still images of the motion of living. They are cuts in the continuum of thoughts and consciousness, casting light on the mystery of everyday scenes in the city. With each stroke craved deep into the paper, these moments are weaved with hairlines- depicting these scenes down to the movement of atmosphere.