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My Boy
My Boy
A piece I did in my second year of university. I stayed up late (or early) and drew to my heart’s content. Many people with autism seem to have odd hours of rest and most of mine tend to be when everyone else has gone to bed. The paper of the original drawing is actually not archival – ironically, the prints made will outlive their original.
Gabriel
Gabriel
Most of my work is done while listening to music. Named for its song, this piece is a collage of images that I played with in the wee hours at the dorm. The instance of flight, the moment your feet leave the ground and the rush that follows. Gabriel is one of my favorites, but other people seem to like him too. 
Angel Gabriel
AngelGabriel
Ideas revisited two years later. With the experience of Gabriel under my belt I wanted to make an image without collage. An older boy – a man – the act of landing, the shadow of birds and the much needed practice of drawing the male figure. 
Shirohime
Shirohime
White Princess is the rough translation for this piece. I love to imagine things – like fish that swim in the air. When I made this piece I wanted to keep it open; does the old man know about the fish, can he see them, can anyone else see them? Have they always been there despite life’s many anxieties and his wrong decisions? That’s what’s so fun about imagining things – it’s anything you want.
In Flight
InFlight
I didn’t really want to name this piece – it’s a graphite drawing on paper but people want there to be some deeper meaning and sometimes there isn’t any. Sometimes a drawing is just a drawing – things just are. We need to learn to be okay with that. I wanted to look at the human figure and try my hand at some more life drawing. I also tried my hand at drawing butterflies; they’re so soft looking, so delicate with their stain-glass-like wings. 
Homeless in Toronto
HomelessInToronto
During Christmas we like to talk about being merry and giving but it swiftly becomes a race to give the best gift or have the best thing (and I’m totally guilty of this too). We always seem to forget someone in the mad rush. 
Model
Model
Life drawing practice and an illustration for a story I’d never gotten around to writing – sure it’s all in my head but sometimes it just doesn’t come out right on paper so that’s where it stays. It was a small drawing but done in my sketch book where the paper will eventually yellow from the acid put in paper products so this too will outlast the original. 
Elsewhere
Elsewhere
First year University I always want to be somewhere else – home or somewhere familiar – to the point that I couldn’t accept the school or the people for all the good things they were on their own. But that morning was quiet and the light through the trees was even enough to chase away my bad mood. 
Now We Are Free
NowWeAreFree
I was in a bad place, I got out. But sometimes even when you leave it’s hard to convince yourself that it’s really over – it really is. Like being free can be so much harder to accept than living the way you were. A silverpoint photograph of a friend using natural skylights for lighting and an afternoon of playing around with the camera. 
Untitled
Untitled
So even if that makes me selfish, I want to be that selfish person because by wanting these things, by wanting them with all my heart, by wanting them I know I am human. Because as long as I am with these people that I love, I will be able to reach out and know that someone will take my hand. Even if I stumble along the way, even then I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t change anything because I know what it is like to be loved.
We are Safe Here
WeAreSafeHere
An older black and white photo of a friend of mine I took back in high school. It was common practice for students to model for one another and in that way we became part of each other’s work. Natural light from the skylights was used and the film was developed and pictures printed by me. There is a rhythm to the dark room – a flow – that can be relaxing and maddening (especially if something isn’t working out).

Ladder to the Surface of the Sun
Ladder to the Surface of the Sun

 

The sounds I hear sometimes take shape or colour – they’re like sparks in the darkness, great waves of sound that I can spread out and pull apart and can drag me under at times. I see with my ears just as much as I see with my eyes. I may not be looking at you, but I know where you are, I can hear you and the world around us and I see you without looking. Sometimes noises can be painful. Sound works in waves and the closer together those waves are the higher the sound. When you whistle the waves are so compact, so close they’re white hot and cut through the darkness like a knife or hot metal. So, while sound can provide the most potent high, it can also cause the most searing pain.
Man Over Vegas
Man Over Vegas
I write – not necessarily well, but I do – and so a lot of my work is really just illustrations, little inside jokes or references to something I’d written. This is actually the oldest piece out of all of these – the predecessor of most of my late night drawings. A simple graphite drawing on paper that got me paying attention to the lights and darks of an image – after all it’s not so much learning to draw as it is learning to see.
Kurohime
Kurohime-web
 Kurohime actually predates Shirohime –it was inspired by a Japanese comic series I’ve been reading in which one of the lesser characters has a big black koi fish swimming around him. It never talks and he calls her Kurohime (Black Princess).  I’ve always enjoyed fantasy and myths – the wonder of a world all around us but unseen. Those who’ve seen it or brushed up against it shrug it off as insanity but I think there’s something wonderful in believing in fairies, dragons, stress-less college students and other mythical creatures.   
   

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