I’ve always been interested in the Pop Art aspect of America, as well as its icons—the neon, the technicolor glass and steel architecture, motels, Route 66, fast food, fast cars, jets, rockets, and the spectacular national parks filled with sandstone spires and ribbon highways. Although I work in color, there’s a dark side to this prismatic spectrum that's all part of an American Dream meant to catch the eye as we careen along the open road. Hypnotic, glossy and superficial, yet filled with majesty and invention.
Get up in the morning, walk out into the street and the light hits you between your eyes, bouncing off a building, reflecting off glass, silhouetting the shadow of someone walking through a doorway. Drive down that lonely road to infinity where the sun rests at the horizon, and the light shimmers, calling you to follow. The magic is always there—waiting for no one, yet waiting for you.