I often stop to look at a object for a while. People sometimes find me strange because I’ll study the way light wraps around and through a glass; separates into the colors and comes back into white light. I get lost studying how decay acts upon the rusty and the broken, at how reflections bounce from one object to another. My joy and my art derive from what I see there, in the in-between. The little lives behind the surface of things. That all things, people, and places house these sorts of spirits, layers of their respective...more