The rope of my vision is golden. It is invaluable at least to me. It connects the images of my wandering creative essence in a virtually linear evolutionary process. There are no missing links in a rope… not to the human eye. Links are the components of the chain that acts as a technological construct to imprison the creative spirit. Rope is an organic representation of infinite possibilities connected by a singular unified purpose. That is what my art is based on. Being human, I am incapable of defining a singular unified purpose, however, and realizing this unalterable fact I credit my vision to a power I am fortunate to channel. I am not Midas. I cannot make gold. I can only tap into its source, and draw it out as long as I know the truth of it.

My understanding of art is this… it does not belong to anyone. Not the creator, not the viewer. It belongs to this unknown power that speaks to us. It tells us what to do. We cannot hear it, but we can know its meaning by shutting our minds to ourselves. We impose our will upon it foolishly. We cannot argue with it, because it does not defend itself. It is a chimera. Believe this, there are no artists, there are only pioneers.