Sometimes I forget I am in a body. I drift in thought until something physical returns me. My work mines the space where the natural meets the imaginary. My pieces often begin with an image that is half-formed—something imagined, or glimpsed only out of the corner of my eye. The work inevitably shifts as I build, the way a dream changes midstream. Construction becomes a site of discovery.

In these works, leaves tick forward on clock motors, and rough materials strain toward animal form. Through visible mechanisms, clumsy mimicry, and the rawness of unrefined matter, I look for the fragile threshold where artifice and nature overlap. I am the opposite of a magician. What interests me is not seamless illusion, but how something real can emerge in the exposed tension.