It seems my evolution from traditional film photography to hand-cut collage was a natural progression sparked by necessity. A lack of financial fountain from which to dip my thirsty love of silver-based processes found me face-first in the darkened corners of freebins and thrift stores, in which always seem to house an infinite treasure trove of potent material through which my method of divination continues to be reborn.
Food, shelter water, and glue. Mothers could argue otherwise, but a heart as honest as this couldn't imagine a future any less pure. Driven by a quest to unite our human experience through our courage, passion, and love I hope to continue creating proofs of our mythical existence with my paper heart and scissorhands. To bring to life infinitely different worlds with their impossibility, splendor, and cosmic humor, each story unfolding a subtle memory of nostalgic truth one moment at a time.
All profits go towards a perpetual quest of all things magic. I have no plan other than to believe.