Lost, Found & Fake

When I work, I sometimes like to fantasize that the piece I’m drawing, painting or collaging was somehow found during an archeological dig or the excavation of a thousand year old church or accidentally under a mound of volcanic ash. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with antiquities and all things with a history. Maybe it’s because I live in a region devoid of a material, tactile history where it’s out with the old and in with the new and shiny. Everything’s plastic and dispensable and I find myself creating new olds.