Papahouse [2012]
I recall waking before dawn preparing the lines, then the numbing cold of standing on ice. I remember my father's oddly imaginative stories, and turning a blind eye to his drinking. Within the web of memories one creates in a lifetime there are certain moments that have a special but bewildering significance and won't be forgotten. These are my memories of ice-fishing with my father as a child. The symbolic essence of these actions and their significance to my relationship with my father is one deep source of my work. I remember, most vividly, pulling beautiful and grotesque fish through holes in the ominously black lake ice. Through painted surfaces and objects depicting personal and unconscious landscapes and narratives I reenact memories.