The medieval perception that the Mare Oceano (ocean sea) was a limitless expanse must have been an alarming yet wondrous prospect for any seafarer.  It was a space where one set forth into a fog of unknowing, where the mirrored surface gave up little knowledge of what lay beneath – a liminal space, where in the crossing period old identities were unmade and new ones created. 

In these new paintings I forge islands and seas that will never be charted.  Islands offer refuge but their barren topography warns of a siren’s call. These relatively calm waters lure with the promise of an impossible possibility ... of fictional elsewheres.