Before everything becomes faded and confused in our memories as we try to recall a place we visited once, the feeling of scraping a knee on the sidewalk or the certain pattern of the ceiling of your bedroom.

My paintings are my way of representing the passage of time in a snapshot where the edges of images come into focus while others fade under layers of wax, found paper, wood, paint and glue

I use wood that is left at the side of the road, waiting to be hauled away. Plywood scraps piled at a construction site or salvaged from a house. My eye is drawn to wood that has endured time and weather, with dry cracking paint and oil stains. This wood becomes a canvas that I assemble to work on.

The other materials in my work consist of pieces of found paper, fabric scraps, technical diagrams and hand drawn images. I incorporate photographs taken while driving down the highway. The photos are a quick snapshot of a windmill in the distance, power lines hanging overhead or a tree on a hillside – taken before it is out of view.