We spend 18 years of our lives to get to Pepperdine. So set in thinking that we know
exactly who we are at that point, it takes less than a few weeks to figure out we
don't have a clue. Then we are faced with four years of pushing and pulling, melting
and molding to become whoever it is we desire to be. Just when we think we've got
it all figured out, one month to go to graduation, and it all crumbles like the building
blocks we had when we were four. Yet somehow, life continues. Mysteriously. Not yet
sure of who we are or where we are going, we stand in a state of anonymity, basking
in the "the complexity and elegance of simplicity," (anonymous).
My paintings are a saga to my exploration of self with my time here at Pepperdine.
Despite common thought, we are molded and bred to be a certain type. Without a face,
we are all the same. Whether in Malibu, or a third world country. We are all in a
different time, a different place, facing technically different problems... but there
is a universal suffering... which requires a universal solution.