But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
just once. And never again. But to have been
this once, completely, even if only once:
to have been one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

In the works there is a relationship between surface and depth that is sought and destroyed; and a layering and juxtaposing of elements which mirrors the interplay between time and nature. Each layer reflects a level of meaning and is open to multiple interpretations. Images, figures, pathways are highlighted and fractured as some rise insistently to the foreground; others sink elusively into the background.

Human insecurities, greed and conflicts blur the boundaries between reason and passion and explode the tensions that exist within all of us. We create and destroy in our search for immortality, never accepting life’s unalterable fact – impermanence.