It’s hard to say my art has a process, although it must. I go in and out of thought almost simultaneously. A piece may start with an idea inspired by a form I see on the floor or a shadow, or it may begin with a specific idea I set out to realize by distorting it into a metaphor. Aesthetic beauty, however, is as important as the message itself. Sometimes that beauty is hideous, but the work definitely displays sex appeal.

Sometimes I start a piece because I am bored, and I trust it will become something that truly interests me and makes me sit up straight and pay attention. It wakes me up. The inconsistencies in my method keep things from falling into craft.

In the same way, I both care and don’t care what others think of my art. We all want to be loved, but it is impossible to be unique and guarantee adoration, so I intrinsically care and consciously don’t care. I think that keeps it as honest as possible. To me, a work’s contemporary relevance is eventually lost to time, and its aesthetic is what remains for future generations to interpret. That doesn’t mean it has to be beautiful, but it must be visually interesting.