The once beautiful and lush land was no more. The words of worst case scenarios went unheeded. Hubris has a history of repeating itself. Young Tyrell had enjoyed school before it ended. He’d taken to making terrariums to foster plants, in jars larger on the inside based upon principles of the Tardis. His mother was duly impressed. She had been a pioneering roboticist and she was ready. Together they fashioned a means of traversing the cataclysm.
The roads of their neighborhood fissured with steam followed by fire. The asphalt bulged then cracked open into underground caverns. Mother and son had finished in the knick of time. They climbed inside and pulled the cork into place. With a creaking of gears and gliding of pistons the mechanical legs lifted them off the inhospitable ground. They wouldn’t give up so easily. “Time for the new age,” said Tyrell as they advanced. But their confrontations had only begun. Below them hands of bone clawed like spiders. Uncoupled souls arose, unwilling to be denied what they had in life taken for granted, peered through the glass with envy…
My work always begins with a love for the magic of creation- the blank surface about to be transformed into a living thing or another world. This act has been with mankind forever and yet never ceases to be awe-inspiring. I always want my marks to be visible, to keep this sense of wonder present. Using the medium of good old fashioned oil paint, I'm committed to narratives that explore themes of discovery, nature, energy, sociology, mythology, and the realms in-between.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.