I am fascinated with space, time and numbers. I draw black accumulations of quickly executed idiosyncratic circles forming abstract compositions. These repetitive, meticulous and time based works are all attempts to visualize epic numbers of macrocosmic and microcosmic entities. The amalgamations of hundreds of thousands of circles in varying densities begin to resemble pocket universe, each a relic of an arduous performance of repeated gestures.
The perfect circle is the greatest example of perfection and knowledge. The perversion of its flawless symmetrical form by my hand represents my failed attempt to recreate perfection, and my inability to grasp the ideal. The relentless repetition of these circles is my continuous attempt to comprehend cosmic phenomenon and the human condition. It is the desperate effort of an impotent being to understand unanswerable questions. The compulsive accumulations of these peculiar marks is a never-ending struggle with myself and my surroundings at a distance, the works appear to be homogeneous fields of order, but upon closer inspection, each expanse of black marks crumbles into a Promethean struggle, manic fields of chaos and uncertainty.
During the drawing process, I am able to estimate the average numbers of circles per square inch and the amount of circles drawn per second. Hence I attain a certain comfort in the accumulation of vast quantities of hand drawn marks that imitate and articulate the otherwise unfathomable infinite.
My work features extensive accumulations that visually explore eternity and struggle through manic mark making. Considering the concepts of time, space and number, I create hundreds of thousands of marks, exhibiting his conscious and sensitive attention to both detail and the whole. I begin to form small universes, each a relic of the arduous performance of repeated gestures. reconciling personal experience with the ideas of measurement and disorder in conceptual layers; the compulsive mark reflects the eternal battle between myself and my surroundings, but the product becomes a facsimile of the sublime remoteness of the universe in miniature, revealing at once loneliness, futility, chaos and uncertainty. This work is a metaphor for the fragile imperium under which we all reside.