I search for meaning, albeit invented through my drawings; the resting of a chin on a shelf, the slow swinging of a bell on a string, the light reflecting through the glass of a salt shaker. Alone these things are trivial, a mere happening in a private space. I impart meaning to them while drawing them over an extended period of time, often months. I declare these things are purposeful with every hour spent scratching pencil to paper, my concentration and movements becoming a ritual in and of itself.
