Between Other Places
CMYK Screen Print, Digital 3D render
2017
Beacon I
CMYK Screen Print, Digital 3D render
2017
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My next door neighbor lived in that same neighborhood when he was a child. He grew up there, and as an adult he moved into a little ranch bungalow a few blocks away. He had a wife, and a child who was about my age. We were best friends going up, and most of the memories of my early childhood revolve around the landscape of our combined yards. I remember convening at the power line that was stuck into the ground in the corner of his yard.

His father took meticulous care of that yard. Our families were very different. My dad worked all night, and slept all day. My neighbor and his son would play catch, bike around the neighborhood together, etc.

He and his wife suddenly got divorced, and she moved away with their child. He was left with his dog and his lawn. Like a country song. He still lives in that house today.

My other next door neighbor was also a meticulous lawn keeper. That was all I knew of him growing up. He didn’t have any family, never saw any friends. He had mutton chops. That’s pretty much it.

Every few summers my dad would set up a swimming pool on the side of the yard nearest to this neighbor’s shed. One summer he hung himself in that shed. The police would later find a loaded gun and piles of unpaid bills in his house.

Apparently his body was hanging there for a while, the neighbors across the street were alerted by the smell, and they came to check up on him. I’ve returned to this space many times, even in dreams. Even now, watching the frame buffer decode these memories, wondering if he was hanging there while me and my brothers were playing in the pool. All we could smell was chlorine.

Greener Pastures
3D Animation
2018
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My Mom is from Germany. She was born in the east during the cold war, and her family escaped over the Berlin wall in the late 50s when she was still a baby.

Growing up, my mom was a house keeper at a hotel attached to an Airport. This is the last time she had a job. I think there was a joy in that independence. It was also the last time I remember her being happy. My dad would pick us up from school, and then we would drive out of town to the airport and wait for my mom to get off work. These were the days when you could wander idly around an airport terminal for hours without raising any suspicion. We would sit and watch the airplanes take off and land.

Living around building and trees that always obscure the horizon, vast spaces have always fascinated me.

Terminus
3D Animation
2018
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One of my earliest memories. Almost completely gone. I think I thought it was the future. One day everyone would have a wall of TVs in there home.
Or maybe- in some child-like metric- it was a measure of success or value. The more TVs you own the more valuable you are.
Look at me now.

I was in a Postal Exchange on a military base. This is pretty much a standard department store, but run by the military. My parents shopped there because it was sales-tax free. In one corner of the base they had mattresses, groceries and walls of TVs- in another they had nuclear fallout shelters, as far as the eye can see.

Rerun
3D Animation
2018
Refrain: Old Playground
Virtual Reality Scene
2017
Refrain: Old Background
Virtual Reality Scene
2017
Sidetracked
VR Game
2017
Void
VR Game
2017
Dog Days
VR Game
2018