I have had people ask what type of art is this that you do? It doesn't look like anything! I answer them with this; they are marks. Marks that are compiled, and stacked on top of one another. They are the space between each blade of grass, the feeling you get when the wind touches your neck. They are that vastness that makes the sparkle in each of your eyes, they are the glitter that is in your heart and sometimes the sadness too. They are the out of the ordinary being celebrated and made extraordinary. They are the existence that no one see's. The existence that no one has named or become familiar with. If you are walking through the day and you tap and bump into people or things and each left a color and a mark what would that be? An impression left, these are my impressions of marks, colors and Life. Simple!
“Trope”
