My paintings are whimsical macabre. They are born through recollections of experiences known, unknown, and forbidden, that unfold out of burning memory. "Flowers of my conscious; unconsciousness." These paintings portray the movement of many emotions, deeply penetrating the eye through metamorphosis of soul, memory, and time.

My hearts are pieced together by the slaughtering of emotions. They're anatomically incorrect, beating, and forbidden; the life of The Garden of Chaos.

"We forget who we are, and I'm not what remains, flowers of unknowing."