The Artist’s Statement
What is the connection between being alive and being dead? Is it consciousness? The vibratory rate? The pivot of the eternal now, ever transforming was into will be? We presume our perceptual apparatus. For example, we did not know about brain waves before we had instruments to measure them; insects seem ‘alive’ and vibrate quickly, but rocks seem ‘dead’ since, as yet, we cannot calibrate their consciousness; we say that someone is ‘dead’ when their heart ‘stops’, i.e., moves at a rate or in a way that we do not measure. In short, we are acculturated into a particular set of synasthesic limitations, a paradigm where we neither smell color, nor taste sound.
Given that we are all alive reading this, and all will be dead, it seems reasonable to ask, in this moment of NOW, “what IS the connection between being alive and being dead?” The experience is universal to all humans, yet, everyone I ask gives me the same answer: “Gee, I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. ” And so, I ask my work. It responds with visual metaphors of womb and tomb, egg and stupa, alchemical topoi of squaring circles, winter becoming spring, earth swallowing water, water becoming wood, etc. Although linguistic constraints might make it seem otherwise, my interest in cycles-connections between east-west, alive-dead, sacred-profane is processual rather than binary. For example, the glass that appears solid, frozen and dead, is actually a slowly moving liquid!
Many others have asked this question. Nor am I the first artist-philosopher to seek visual resolution to verbally elusive metaphysics. Let me, then, gratefully acknowledge the many, whose legacy of word and image have gone before me, including the wisdom of the Hindu garbhagrha, the Chinese I Ching, the western Gnostics, and many others. Today you see them, dead-alive, prismatically reflected through the simultaneity of my art and your understanding





