I am fascinated in monolithic icons of antiquity, such as the enormous heads erected by the Olmec, who lived in what is now San Lorenzo. These icons make me question what it means that our contemporary culture has so few. By placing the cast toys within the contemporary American landscape as ruins and monoliths, they become archeological evidence of a society with questionably little substance to leave behind.
The most recent works involve imagery of inhabited ruins. These post apocalyptic scenes depict a patching together of and making the most of what is left, finding solace and perhaps even joy within the aftermath.