My work explores the contact between the human and the otherworldly within a referential world. It takes the familiar and the natural and renders them strange. Like the dream, my paintings mirror lifelike forms but pick up odd frequencies one the way like an early camera or telegraph wire. Painting is a very early technology, and all my paintings receive transmissions from the dead, contact with the other, that which lies outside. I paint in stories and I am engaged in a project of world building, but the objects of that world do not fully belong to me, or my time, and so they are illusory, like I am illusory. I am no more real than the worlds I create. I am these worlds, for they mark out my time. Time is like my oil – crude, real, powerful, earthen, accountable. Early and too late.