TEXTURE CITY AT THE SMALL HALL GALLERY

Sometimes I drive around for hours taking pictures out of the window of my car. Occasionally I have help, and other times I drive down the same street seven times in a row attempting to take a picture that isn't blurry, or the wrong thing. Staple-covered utility poles, colorful buildings, peeling paint, crumbling facades, weathered billboards, hand-painted signs and murals, and posters and ads taped to windows and wheat-pasted to walls appeared again and again and eventually became a new visual language. My current work is layered, blistering and peeling, colorful and collaged, and suggests the handmade and hand-altered energy of a city, the passage of time, decay and renewal.