I strive to make creepy art, but can never manage to keep the imagery dark. My most aggressive visual elements—antlers, fingernails, multi-headed serpents, bones—end up the most flamboyant, usually finished in glitter or metal leaf. The rest of the piece; stylized roses, urns, gesticulating disembodied hands, circles that are suns or moons (or portals) materializes in soft, warm tones, most often organized in distinctly confined pools of acrylic or latex paint.

Everything is queer and creepy and beautiful. In a way, I am creating a new mythology (or cult) of intellectual rebellion. God is trans. Masculine and feminine energies ebb and flow and fuse. As much as I want its dogma to come across as tongue-in-cheek, it is an earnest reclamation of the spiritual aesthetic I wish I had grown up with. This vision entices you to wonder, What if Adam and Eve had followed the serpent deeper into the garden?