Art making for me is a compulsion. I use paper, wood, graphite, charcoal, ink and paint, or whatever is available, discarded materials of various kinds. My art practice involves reflections upon my own environment, its history, beliefs in conflict, and beauty. Much of the work is about power, duality, misreading, misunderstanding and unrequited love. I think that, without always being aware, I am more or less a dragnet catching laments and responses to commonly shared traumas and wonder.