When I took off my thick childhood glasses at night, monsters rose out of the blurry shadows. I carried an arsenal of lights to chase them away, a flashing sword, glowing figurines, a strobing visor. With these lightboxes and paper works I drew from my memory and sentiment. I tried to work in the same mental space as a young man, when fabricating worlds and slipping between them was instantaneous. To follow a small detail toward a big adventure; to value exploration, borders, maps, mazes, cross-section picture books, comic heroes and zigzagging Saturday morning cartoons. Of course it's impossible. We grow and mature and worry and experience loss. It becomes harder to simply release, to slip into another space. These works represent an attempt to get there, to let those feelings merge with the powerful modern forces acting on us
