I work in charcoal for the power of the blackness; the deep, endless space it can represent. It is the void that will suck you in, without any indication of what awaits. My work has revolved around images of power, political figures, robber barons and their paraphernalia and symbols of empires past and present.
I’m especially interested in empires past, the crumbling remnants which sound a warning to our own empire on the verge of tipping into the abyss.
The tipping point may be the inescapable reality of climate change. Brought about by our modern ideas of empire, it is unleashing a power we will struggle to control.
My current work includes drawings of the emissions from coal-fired power plants, easily the largest contributor to global warming. These plants may symbolize the end of our global domination. The smoke pours out, mostly an innocuous white, and dissipates into the sky.
Part of my impetus to make art lies in my direct, tactile contact with the drawing itself. I cannot be removed from it. The only way to make the paper as black as I need it to be is to rub it with the palm of my hand. I pick up dust off the floor. It has the feeling of detritus, like the smoke.