Having grown up in the Western United States, I am marked by a sense of place. I have a tireless need to be out in the land, moving. I am drawn to that which is instilled with some faint murmur of isolation, emptiness, or the uncanny. I am disquieted by the insatiable nature of distance as I must go further and further to give rise to rare experience. The bold memories that I do return with are soon clichéd by the reality that no place is uncharted and unseen.
Out of an anxious need to permanently mark those rare, fleeting moments from “out there”, I photograph—and upon return, paint—what I have found. The tradition of painting invokes an understanding of land that is both cinematic and transfixed.