Nobody Drawing

My art is an indirect self-portrait. There is an intuitive relationship I have with the economy of materials. Each medium possesses its own demeanor, its own logic that physically unfolds as my own internal vulnerabilities.       I define with materials such as wood, steel, fabric and wax that hold relativity to the corporeal and tangible. With the exception of an occasional whitewash using industrial paint, which whispers of purity and anonymity, they exist in raw state; I see no need to change their authentic entity. In staying with their natural color, though drained and muted, nothing is left but only itself, its identity, and its poetic imperfections.  There is a dissonance as well as a consonance between the materials; relating in their rawness, yet varying in their idiosyncrasy, they are juxtaposed in their susceptibility. As a consequence of chaotic tearing, uneven gridding, capricious melting and burning, an initiation beings. This restrained deconstruction- a reoccurring process of unraveling, is where I can be intimate without being revealing; and thus evoke the intricate delicacies within the external.