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.
Smallmouth
Wood, furniture caning, fabric, ink, graphite
approx. 24x24 in.
2012
Sled
Ink, stain, wax, oil on carved plywood with leather
19x36.5x15.5 in.
2012
At Papahouse
Oil on canvas
28x26 in.
2012
Grayson's boots
Plaster, watercolor, tea on silk and cotton over wooden armature
24x24x18.5 in.
2012
Three ships
Oil and collage on canvas
28 x 30 in.
2012
Interior with two men
Oil on canvas
30x36 in.
2012
Tip-ups
Wood, oil on canvas, steel, string
approx. 33x40x12 in.
2012
On the ice
Oil on canvas
28x20 in.
2012
Head above the lake
Oil and collage on canvas
28x23 in.
2012
