That in which we imbue a power, a meaning, a spiritual resource can lose its profane quality. It’s a fascinating provocation to believe that an object has power separate from that which we give it.

The living form, the human form will forever be a question and simultaneously a search for an answer.  The expression of this dualistic inquiry and our fascination with our own form can be captured in infinite ways. If only for a moment, like an emotion passing over our face. For tens of thousands of years and now, more than ever as we disfigure our spirits with the constant short-circuited selfie, we try to discover who we are through the form of ourselves.

Fertility, animal spirits, coded language and a harking back to a simple, more direct time are some of my favorite subjects.