As a kid I quickly learned that a comic book or sci-fi paperback with an interior that actually lived up to its cover art is a rare thing. Sometimes the promises on the cover would be a straight up lie. Most of the time, the story just couldn’t compete with the mystery of the single image cut from time, crammed full of lush details and the promise of sex and action.

I want my paintings to capture that feeling of mystery, intrigue and tension; the frustrated desire to know what has just happened and what might happen next. They are slow snapshots, slivers of frozen action in a world that follows alien logic and simmers with the juxtaposition of the quick and the languid.

In my main body of work, I present a series of female characters inhabiting a fantasy world within a loose, open narrative. The figures are bright and bold, yet their faces display no emotion or reveal an internal life. They are ciphers, empty and beautiful and doomed. I want to reveal the details of the female figure in a way that is erotic but not dirty or explicit. The ladies in my paintings are like Prince’s long string of girl protégés: gorgeous and skilled yet utterly disposable.

My secondary body of work is a series of small paintings on panel. My little visual one-liners represent ideas that come up during my investigation of my personal fantasy world and the inputs and influences that built it.