Delicate, tenuous, fragile, small in scale and familiar to me–I’ve a love for your decades old Lynch Fragment series. They are the masks of today and of this country. They are skulls. They are fossils of history. Musical nuances, moving pulses. Your lynch fragments. I was only eleven when you began the series–several years before I became interested in becoming an artist. I don’t remember the newspaper articles of the race riots ,now called civil unrest, and I was unaware and sheltered from the harsh realities you began to address. I was raised to be proud of the Weld abolitionists in the early 1800s but interest in politics has always been overpowered by my passion about the visual arts. Politics was not a topic of conversation at home. It still isn’t. Talk of art is constant. Abstraction to me is profound. It is visual philosophy. And without philosophy I couldn’t understand the issues which seep through my daily life.