Geometric color-scapes make up these dense urban locations inhabited by smudged dream-people. Visiting is disorienting and exhilarating. Who knows what might happen around the next corner, or through the doorway at the end of an implausibly gelatinous stairwell?

12"x12", ink gouache crayon acrylic on paper

Primordial vegetation tangles with the banal accoutrements of civilization. Extension cords coil in the spookily lush canopies like boas, and brightly colored balloons and wimples herald a birthday party for cheery dwellers of the dark, mysterious forest.

A distillation of the smell of earth and rust, metal and wood, into color. These eroding patches and grids might be sites of industrial decay, or the motion blurs of human bodies jolted into wild and aimless action.

Familiar, used-up and lived-through objects and archetypes, painted back to life in dashes of sweetened color and clean, fast lines. The resulting snap-shots are funny, romantic, and knowingly bitter-sweet, but never cynical or saccharine.