I am an outsider, visionary (self-taught) artist. I sometimes paint pictures of my travels with my wife. This is a painting of Nassau, Bahamas, where we visited a few years ago.
Danger in Fives transforms the language of wounds into a celebration of recovery. Each bandage is a mark of strength, and the red cross a reminder that healing often begins in the smallest, simplest acts.
Architecture of Unrest is a visual excavation of systems on the verge of collapse. Through layered abstraction, I construct and deconstruct a fractured landscape of containment, resistance, and transformation. Vertical and diagonal elements suggest scaffolding, surveillance towers, or redacted grids—marking both physical and psychological borders. Soft fields of desaturated greens and violets collide with assertive strokes of crimson and ochre, symbolizing emotional rupture and political urgency. I employ mark-making that resembles architectural drafts, protest diagrams, and mapping systems—all destabilized through gesture, erasure, and rupture. The result is a piece that pulses with quiet rebellion: a map of unrest that refuses resolution
This piece lives in that fragile space where we’re not sure if we’re holding on or letting go. The colors, the textures, the marks — they all speak to that quiet tug-of-war between resilience and release. Sometimes the line isn’t straight. Sometimes it’s barely visible. But it’s there — felt more than seen.
This piece is about the moment when illusion cracks—when something raw, real, and unavoidable cuts through the surface. That red isn’t just color. It’s memory. It’s protest. It’s truth breaking through the silence.This work is an older piece that was made with anxiety and chaos in mind, determined to give those feelings a face.
This work is an older piece that was made with anxiety and chaos in mind, determined to give those feelings a face.
Should I get Botox?: This work summarizes my own personal feelings as we experience the current politic climate we are forced to endure.
This piece was created with Nihilistic ideals in mind. Whilst reading the book "conspiracy against the human race" I came across the quote featured and wanted to give imagery to the feeling og meaninglessness I'm sure we all can understand.
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.” ― Edvard Munch
This piece is drawn from a reading of Orwell's 1984. In our ever more Orwellian society, with cameras basically attached to the ends of our arms, around the clock security cameras and Ring doorbells, it increasingly does feel like the walls have eyes.
This mixed media collage depicts the hate, violence, and discrimination students in our country face going to school everyday. They live in fear while we adults say we need to pray more.
Marginalia is a fringe arts festival for the strange, the uncategorizable, and the in-between.
For works that don’t sit still. For art that whispers in the margins.
For performance that bleeds into ritual.
For installations that twitch, loop, and break the frame.
Hosted by Anno Artem in collaboration with Melange Contemporary Dance, Marginalia transforms downtown Pottstown into a living map of experimental expression.
Danger in Fives transforms the language of wounds into a celebration of recovery. Each bandage is a mark of strength, and the red cross a reminder that healing often begins in the smallest, simplest acts.