I believe we make the invisible visible; often paranoia and fear forces us to give outward, physical definition to our vices. The greater the effort is exerted to repress, the grosser the unwanted manifestation; so by masking the unwanted blemish the more pronounced it becomes, until it dominates our being. At the crux of my excursions aided by paint and pastel, truth as a literal depiction or even finite conclusion is of little interest to me. Truth, like answers, yields stale dogma. Instead, I much rather fix my gaze on the human carnival.