my volk?

just some ideas of canadian identity...i mean art...as well as my own identity.

city scape

i always wanted to take a night pic of a city. this was just for fun.

under water fighting

figuring things out

something interesting

studies of light (natural and unnatural)

senior studio project

I painted an image of myself on a puzzle.

writing-on-stone

sacred burial view

I walked where the ancient native americans layed their dead to rest. I see why.

Here it is again. Laying wounded on the rocks. Was it abused? Is it intoxicated? it lost its function. It must be art.

Everyday I walk the same path to my car from the school. I see the same old things. One day I saw this underwear on my path. I ignored it. The next day I saw it again. Then again the next day. I felt sorry for it. It was lost. One day it was on the path. The next day it was was on the grass. How did it get there? Did it move by its self? Is it alive?

underwear identity crisis

my first image