I didn't throw a rock through a window, I made a drawing

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I'm interested in forms of interchange and the aberrations and novelties, intentional or not, introduced by the act of correspondence: what happens when one or more things come in contact with each other. These are dematerialized traces/residues, not sketches, with occasional brutal tears and other scars. I'm unconcerned with formal characteristics except as a by-product of the fabrication.

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In the age of digital "perfection" I'm also drawn to the inherent rawness of mark making, coupled with the impossibility of reversal. There is no Command z. I find this imperfect medium a compelling method of examining this phenomenon and of facing my own fears of imperfection.

To make the works I rub paper-wrapped stones against a second graphite coated piece of paper, resulting in 2 "drawings" each a reflection of the other's influence and force. I also photograph the process and the artifacts. I think the photos look a bit violent: like barbed wire or hurt skin. At first I was shocked by them but I think they reflect the sometimes cruel nature of exchanges and barriers. We live in vacuums of our own making with odd interstices and junctures of influence.