Lured by the glow of electrified ions dancing in a glass tube, I live in a world where rusted patinas and retro imagery evoke the glorious days of roadside America. By creating art from industrial materials in a form that once represented the essence of commerce, my work challenges the notion of what art really is, while paying homage to those neon masters who were true artists in their own right. I am devoted to preserving the deep artistic roots of 20th-century pop culture as embodied by these icons of Americana. Though my pieces appear to be old relics rescued from forgotten attractions on abandoned highways, every one is a new creation, handcrafted using time-honored techniques and aged with a special process that gives each piece its own weathered character.
The art I create is rustic and garish and over-the-top. These objects don’t harmonize nicely with others in their presence; they dominate. Energy courses through them, electrifying their surroundings as well. They’re like that guy at a party who dresses wildly and talks too loudly, but everyone in the room finds him utterly fascinating.
Neon historically has given unique identities to businesses large and small, often serving as a beacon, beckoning passersby to come closer. That notion forms the heart of what I do. I like to use the bee-like buzzing and changing day-to-night shimmer of neon — these familiar elements of our past that carry deep meaning for so many — to attract people to my art, then inspire a larger discussion regarding what we love about the towns and cities where we grew up or now live.
My hope is that, by crafting art meant to be enjoyed by generations to come, I might also inspire others to preserve those special elements of our past.