The collection I am currently working on is a compilation of questions that I have about thoughts. The way the oddest combination of scenarios flutter in and out amongst the electronic pulse of our brain. How are there times that I have thousands of thoughts a minute and then nothing for days. The manner in which I judge each persons thoughts differently based on my own thoughts. The insanity that thinking never really ends. Outside the human race there is one creature that has capture my attention, moths. What are they thinking? Why are they thinking it? How does it correlate with human thoughts? Slightly sarcastic in tone and 100% serious in heart these paintings ask the hard questions. What if moths wish they had ears so that they could gage them? The hard facts state that we will never really know and this breaks my heart. All I really know is that I am a moth; continuously banging my head against a light expecting something great.
