My hands have calluses, sturdy fingers, meaty palms, and scars to remind me everyday that they were designed for hard labor. I have been digging dirt, rock, concrete, and asphalt for most of my life. But I am also digging something else. I am unearthing my personal and cultural history in search of a critical reliquary.
I intend to curate these artifacts in a way that builds space and time between honesty/deceit, joy/sorrow, veneration/shame. My intent is human being through objects and pictures, embedding images that copulate and bear fruit.
