


no 590, 2005, ink, beeswax on panel, 41x41, no 505, 2005, ink, beeswax on panel, 25x31, no 593, 2010, ink, beeswax, silk on panel, 51x77









see more here.When experiencing the world, one cannot overlook the structures that surround us and give us shelter. The house itself is our first world. Structures house our dreams, memories, secrets and failures. Each space and corner represents a time in our lives. Aged structures retain a history of the experiences and thoughts of its inhabitants.
Memories rub off the insides and outsides of the spaces that exist and become a part of us, whether it is our memories of a similar place or the building’s memories of other inhabitants. Architecture is like a man made garden with buildings sprouting up instead of flowers, their overcrowding like weeds in our environment. It is a love hate relationship between the necessity of shelter and the taking away of space. I am inspired by its dichotomy of beauty and ugliness, necessary protection and excessive luxury.





























The richness and depth of the book is universally respected yet often undiscovered as the monopoly of the form and relevance of the information fades over time. The book’s intended function has decreased and the form remains linear in a non-linear world. By altering physical forms of information and shifting preconceived functions, new and unexpected roles emerge.read the entire statement, interesting process and see tons more work here.



