I’m interested in cities, architecture and archeology; in disintegration and revelation in the urban environment, in things revealed in recovery or in dissolution.

In these paintings, structures are disappearing, and parts are being revealed or discovered or fabricated. There is so much history underlying a city, even a young American city on the west coast. The city can look both fantastic and futuristic and familiar, yet out of place somehow

Places lost to time or weather or intentionally destroyed or left to ruin, are ghosts from the not-too-distant past revealing what is of value and how things were made. These places are everywhere and nowhere

Here in Seattle, we are living in a boomtown. The urban environment changes so fast that we are often lost in our own city. We are all vulnerable to erasure and it’s sad to imagine a complete forgetting of a place and its inhabitants, though it happens throughout history. Some physical landmarks remain for a time.

Every corner and façade feels like a question mark. Our environment can feel unfamiliar, often wrong, and sometimes obscure.

There is something beautiful about a ruin; there is nostalgia for sure but also admiration for the hopes and the skills of people long gone.