Description KEEPERS OF THE THRESHOLDIt began with two entities grabbing me and throwing me down into a hole. I do not know where it stemmed from. The feeling is apprehensive. I am helpless. The two beings drag me into the woods and throw me into a pit. The visual images tell of a struggle, interlocking arms and pushing feet. I resist going into the hole but I slide down. My feet and toes are rigid against the moist dirt. The strength of the two figures push me downward. The supernatural beings are keepers of the threshold.They stand as the guardians of the ascension of my spirit. If I approach the gateway unprepared, the guardians will slay me. Because of my blindness, I will be unable to move beyond the paradigm.Tied to static reality and desire, I must go back into the earth. I am not ready for this.The hole will swallow me up and I will go into the abyss of my soul. Something must happen. A reckoning must take place lest I will be lost forever. The seeds are scattered in the hole. They fall down and plant the future germinating the proper conditions for the soul to grow again and be reborn.
I have been absorbed with the subject of war since my deployment to Iraq in 2004. There, I patrolled the streets of Mosul as a medic in an infantry battalion. The tale of that year is one of tragedy and triumph - of sadness and joy, for which I have a lifetime to reflect on the things I witnessed. The images are still vivid. The ferocity of war imprinted upon my mind. I will never forget the twisted steel mixed with fleshy carnage. My heart sinks when I recall a decimated group of children while a mother looks on in horror. The memory bleeds straight through me. In my efforts to find a meaning, I use my art to honor the greatest triumph of the human spirit of these grave moments. This is my role as an artist. My art reveals the cast of characters caught in the drama of war. The tyrants, heroes, villains and the innocent are characters of a drama whose tragic moments ripple throughout my eternity. The motifs of my work share expressions of these experiences. Some are good and some are bad, some deserve honor and must be celebrated.