Through plundering the conceptual tropes of post-modernism, a penchant for demotic imagery and my use of vernacular materials I concoct artworks reminiscent of a spark-crackling, malfunctioning, smoke billowing apparatus, yet counter to such shrugging, shambolic totality, my work is meticulous, fiendishly obsessive and consumed with a forever-searching/evolving visual language. Order and mathematics and equation-cracking impetus for the artistic process is diametrically opposed to my pursuits - I create rickety labyrinthine violently spiraling images that never compel the audience to resolve. As a fervent disciple of the infinitely relevant process of collage and the Found-Object, I wield vast, disparate mediums. I scavenge equally from art supply aisles as I do the concrete nooks and crannies of NYC. 99cent markers, oil paints, ambiguous machinery, street-splattered floral curtains, studiously applied brushstrokes, heaps of cardboard, styrofoam planks, stretched and gesso-d linen and canvas, shapes harvested from magazines - I scrutinize and interrogate all materials to the bone. With my tornado of creation flinging outward visual contradictions with aplomb, in tandem with its slippery and haphazardly onward tumbling ethos, a celebration of the self-evidently joyous act of mark-making, the sublime tactility of creating images, is revealed.