As a photographer, I found myself searching more and more for the mysterious, the un-photographic. I rarely make photos anymore, because I find drawing far more satisfying.

I draw the nexus of my inner and outer lives. When a drawing works, the point of my pen balances at the intersection of seeing, feeling, and thinking. These drawings are expressions of my changing time, space, and emotional continuum.

I draw people because flowers don't emote, because fruit doesn't converse; because people love and cry and grow wise. I have favorite models not only because their forms are interesting, but because their poses express emotions that hint at something larger in the human condition.

These drawings were done with charcoal and/or a wooden coffee stirrer that is layered with generations of ink. I like the uncertainty that this instrument brings to form.