I always wanted to be Jackson Pollock. From the first time I watched that famous video of him dripping paint onto a canvas, I was hooked.
I remember a younger version of me staring at his canvas in a gallery, soaking in the chaos and feeling my inner anarchist screaming with joy.
Fortunately, life has not allowed me to follow in his footsteps.
Before my 21st birthday, my parents sat me down and told me, “Son, we have bad news for you : we’re poor and you’re going to have to go work for a living” In a state of shock, I asked, ” does this mean I have to leave home and join the army? ”
“Oh gosh no! ” they replied, “we’re just not going to pay for you to go to art school and spend your life painting nude girls or smoking weed. You’re going to have to choose a real career”
By real career, I think they meant an accountant or engineer. We compromised and I studied architecture.
Architecture was a good place for me, I have always been inspired by big systems and cities and how us tiny individuals live inside them.
After nearly twenty years of being a professional , I had something to say about space and the way we live inside urban systems.
I don’t think I will ever translate that thought into language. Some ideas only belong in form, image and pattern.
I still want to throw paint at a canvas, but I now start with other many ideas. My pieces begin as structured compositions, like a Piet Mondrian canvas. They quickly evolve, becoming dynamic patterns which interact and generate their own complexities. The final forms resemble something like a Bridget Riley “Op Art” piece or a Sol Lewitt painting. They lean heavily on pointallism, abstraction and modernity.
I work with computers, power tools, pencils, pens, paint brushes, 3d printers and CNC machinery. The crisp, three dimensional quality of the final surfaces reminds me of architectural components, city forms and industrial production.