A tinge of drama

My artwork has always carried a tinge of drama, because life is drama and to pretend otherwise is pointless. 

My history work has always followed the pathways of ancestral lineage because our life is made of our ancestors. Even if we do not know them - or choose to ignore them - they bellow in our bones.

And war? In my work I do not celebrate it. For some reason, I was born with finely tuned antennae to the residual drumbeats of history’s wars that seem to remain silent for most people. I witness the scars it leaves behind. 

It’s funny to me when people assume I subscribe to a certain political agenda because I study war.

If I’ve learned anything from studying war, it’s to think for myself, independently, based on instinct. Following the leader is not my jam.

It’s more the human behavior in the lead up to, during, and after war that fascinates me. War itself is total horror with nothing to celebrate.

Life itself is the full spectrum of everything - with so much to celebrate, some things to leave behind, and so much utter paradox in between.