Skulls rising…

In the years 2005-2006, I found myself drawing skulls repeatedly, skulls that transformed elements, skulls that held discussions, skulls that seemed to be trying to communicate with the viewer in a language that they knew wouldn’t be understood… they came in fire, tentacled, dripping, erupting with mechanisms and microbes, bursting with shards of geometry, swallowing liquids, filled with smoke, worms and anxiety. And yet, they managed to keep a sense of humor, to project a friendly candor even in the midst of exploding and disintegrating. I don’t feel they are nightmares; they are not hauntings; I don’t feel threatened. They call me to their simple, elemental contours; they made me fill them with life and turbulence and energy.