Sandstone apsaras dance from the rubble and shrapnel. Homes erected from scrap heaps; a bomb cradle used as a chicken coop, rocket housing as a fence. Full tables of apples, dragon fruit, glazed duck and rice left as the incense burns; an offering to the grandfathers. Mothers burn paper of ornate golden leaf to honor sons lost. And the rain falls as silver threads washing the smoke and ash down to the ocean. These are some of the images of Vietnam and Cambodia permanently etched in to mind.

This exhibition serves as my own shadow table, my offering to the gods and grandparents.  I originally went to Southeast Asia to understand a war that haunted my father and the men of his generation. What I gained was an understanding of ravaged countries but unbroken cultures held fast by family, community and tradition.

My subject matter as well as approach is a direct response to the things I saw and experienced. These images constructed using layers of oil paint, offering papers, photographs and scraps of waste paper mirror the way the cultures rebuilt themselves using all material left to them.