I question the purpose of making art. When I make work, I am merely working through physicality and mark making. It is primitive and shows a reminiscence of my rural up bringing. Order and chaos is a daily conflict, and it is that uncertainly and certainty that becomes a balancing act of structure and space. In that, I can sense not only the intimacy and reason why I produce the work, but the commonality it shares with my interest in structure. Being fragile and appearing normal is a dichotomy that goes hand in hand with my current work. The human condition gets looked past and is hidden and underlying; many artists have tried to tackle the human condition, but not of Contemporary times and the mental mind state of humanity. Art in itself is a physical act that often gets looked past due to it being stereotyped as holding no value to society; although we are the greatest historians of time.