I write about obscure emotions, obsessive tendencies, time and its absence; manias that at once disturb and paralyze the mind. Isolation, reoccurring nightmares, flashes of light both alluring and terrifying, because they pull us back to another time. The past, the future, the present; life, death, pain, pleasure; and the illusion that lies in between preserving the status quo. My  work can be read like an internal landscape, heightened with a painful brand of realism; be it a portrait of beauty or atrocity. The subjects are those hidden in the apparent ordinary walks of life; perverse and haunting, not allowing their story to be left untold.