The wind in march, oil on canvas, 2018
When the sun strikes the cloud with its rays, mist trembles and hovers in the light. I am walking beside a river; I seek to know the rhythm of humanity’s eternal conundrum: the mysterious flow of life. I restore myself like a shore rebuilds itself in its waves. When the shore repairs itself, I walk.
Every step is where I started. I walk covering time and space, and always stand at my own doorstep. Art offers only a glimmer of what it attempts to represent: the artist’s interior, and the observers’ responses. I wander around in my mind and open its door.
Time is a river with no banks. We float in the river of time. I feel the time without a clear understanding of it. The artwork I make is like writing prose. The prose I write is about the experience of time. We are floating along the shore; we are dancing beneath clouds; we are crying and fighting in the rain. I want the incessant thoughts that crowd my mind to evaporate, to leave me quiet at twilight.
_ Virtual Immunization Project 2021
video, music, 3D animation, VR, game
_ 2020 Fall, Threat 2020
_ Spring to Summer in NYC 2020
video, 3D animation, VR interactive
_East Lake, 2019-2018
_Sunset of Baltimore, 2018-2017
paintings, installation, digital paintings, video