Artists Statement

"The truth is somewhere between the documentary and the fictional..."

~Robert Frank

A few years before her death at 91, recognizing that her cognitive grasp of the “present” was slipping, my mother decided that she wanted to return from Florida, to the Eastern Shore of MD, to be amongst the families and locales she had come to known growing up and had lived amongst for most of her adult life. I had been her eager navigator/copilot on many car trips in my youth and i thought it would be fitting for me to volunteer bto be her pilot on what would be our last trip together. And so, we embarked on a mini Odyssey that was as much a rewinding of her history as it was a preparation, for both of us, of what was to come.

On the 4th and last day, when we were within sight of her house on the Miles River, she turned to me after what had been a lengthy silence and said,

"...do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Of course not, Mom...?"

"Who are you?

...and what have you done with Craig?"

I think my work in all of my disciplines has become an attempt to confront the koan that she had presented me with that morning.

Frame by frame, one word or flurry of notes at a time, relying heavily on intuition, juxtaposition, and fascination with the flow and function of time,

the truth that isn't,

I am crafting an open-ended,heartfelt, response.