I’m just a guy sitting in a chair… waiting for something, anything, to happen; yet nothing ever does. I grab whatever the top shirt from the stack inside the dresser is, and I slide it on as I leave my apartment
 
Through the use of autobiographical tableaus my Photolithographic prints questions the definition of success as a fixed idea, the notion of meaninglessness as an integral part of the everyday, and attempts to embrace the awkwardness typical of growth.
 
My personal grasping for false signifiers that don’t exist extends into the prints through the characters’ actions and demeanor.
 
The characters of the prints often appear stone faced, preforming meaningless tasks which they don’t understand or even believe in but are doomed to repeat these falsely perceived “important” undertakings in a reality that doesn’t exist, in order to succeed at something which might be indefinable or even non-existent
 
Frozen in time, forced to forever repeat the same moment endlessly, these complex moments present themselves as absurdist stages, created to illustrate the paradigmatic human longing for meaning. The characters preform tasks hoping that something happens, searching for, perhaps validation, enlightenment or resolve but nothing ever does, and instead the scene is forever set to unfold in only two dimensions.
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The type of bird doesn’t matter, the bird doesn’t matter in general, its just a mask that he found, its just a way for him to feel like he matters, he never changes, because this is just his world, this is just his meaning, and his answers might be different than yours. But that’s ok because in reality life is weird, and then we die.