CULTIVAR

Explaining the work here is tricky. There is a dance or a battle between a subconscious process and what the conscious can extract, identify and organize afterward. This entire collection lives in that murky place. I would just as soon label none of it (as soon as I do, it can no longer be anything else, right?) but I also realize that it's my job to give you some morsel of context at least, some starting point for your own translations and experiences of my work, even if I don’t have all the context myself. 

A cultivar is a plant that exists as a result of human intervention. Again, the dance between unknowable forces and the human impulses to extract, identify and organize. To control the uncontrollable. While I wait for a thread of reason to emerge, it always seems to dissolve as soon as I look directly at it. So I’m leaning in. This state of blurry and fleeting and disorganized beauty is actually the only context I can give you with any honesty. Some art relies on the accompanying words but I'm choosing instead to rely on the accompanying emotions.