Pittsburgh Artist Registry

Everyday while lying on my bed I see the laundry baskets filled with stuffed animals on top of our wardrobe. Sometimes things are clean in the laundry basket, sometimes things are dirty. You can be on the inside looking out or on the outside looking in. It resides in the home. The walking takes place through neighborhoods and woods. It is ritual. I step into wet muddy ground and spot groups of cardinals flitting in the scrub brush and families of deer examining me while their jaws move in a rhythmic circular motion munching on new leaf growth. There are woodpeckers tap tapping on dead tree limbs and the distant steel mills are behemoths on the horizon. I look through the void to get to the memory. The rituals start in the bedroom where I sleep and wake. Every day begins there and every day ends there. The pill shape is made up of three circles with the center circle being tangent with each outer circle. Seen alone or in grid like passages they are barriers that you can peer through to read the chapters of the stories. The stories are paintings with the pieced together imagery with the intentional layers of separation from the real thing, sometimes on the outside of this portal looking in or through it to what is behind. This is connected to memory – looking within, how we remember events. We are drawn to this void. The void is beckoning. All of it connects to inside and the outside  sometimes we are on the inside and sometimes we are on the outside. Other times we pass through a membrane. It is about the moving images and the still images; combining imagery of place through the memory of photography with singular images from animated sequences. They whisper to one another like spent lovers. The pill shaped paintings are the interludes between the sequences of ritual. They symbolize the interior. The interior is my bedroom, behind my eyes with the laundry baskets. The bedroom where I dream, housed within my memory, my mind. The pills are my eyes.