Poetry is precision.  It is the form of language that I would like my visual work to resemble.  A poetry that consists of simple phrases made austere by stripping them of all things non-essential.  A generation of objects edited hundreds of times to get at the elemental.  The basic subjects: love, death, mourning; the basic objects: tables, wheelbarrows, spoons, plums.  The every day that is capable of extending itself into the poetic by way of metaphor and placement. Words that are the substance of our daily speech but when examined they contain an entire world.  It is in this world that the drain resides.

Passing through.  The drain is a non-object - a device to filter, refine, strain, collect.  Life seems to reside in the plumbing that connects the drains.  This sense that material is always moving is what motivates me to make and unmake. I search for a delicate prestige that I can confer upon a material through making, before these objects become matter again.