The artwork in this exhibition was about going to a place where, in the words of Kurt Vonnegut, „Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.“
Ten years earlier than a single real piece of my artwork was ever in existence, life had taken it pretty easy on me. On a summer night in New York City, I walked past the windows of a light-filled art gallery packed with people. In that moment and there on after, I wanted that too.
I suppose this exhibition, which is a story really, isn’t about how much I divulge, or even the order in which I tell it.
It’s about the humbling / preserving through storms / journey of how God has reframed my life. The conditions that lead me back to Indiana by way of a lengthy solo tour of the Southwest United States, were not planned. It was on All Hallows Eve that I wound up in the ER after a catastrophic accident. By Christmas that same
year, the seven nails that once held together the bones in my broken shoulder had been removed. Moving forward, I knew that I was a light shining through the darkness, but there was still much pain to heal with paint.
 
„There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.“ - Henry David Thoreau