I grew up while crossing the bridge to the digital age. I went to the arcade when it was populated with pinball machines, and saw them replaced with video games. I transitioned from an electric typewriter to a personal computer, from LPs and 8-tracks to mp3s. I became comfortable as a child in an analog world, and I've lived my adult life in a digital one.

That analog world is just a memory now, and I remember it with an aching sadness that I can't accurately describe. It was tactile... you could hold it, smell it, break it. Still, I embrace with appreciation and enthusiasm the digital world that has replaced it. These images have resulted.

I don't discuss method, because it distracts from the image. Deconstructing a work doesn't improve it... it only demystifies it.

I can say that all of my drawings are haunted... my hope for any owner is that after years of looking at the image, they'll one day glance at it and see something completely new.

On a very basic level, I believe that my work celebrates God as the Creator. If I presented one of my drawings, or even one of my graphite pencils, and insisted that it came about by entirely natural processes, most everyone would be incapable of believing it. Yet many believe just that about the entire universe, and that consequently God is explained away. Under those terms, the atomic bomb is as much a result of natural selection as the tree frog. If the entire known universe came about by natural processes with no deliberate mind at work, and if everything, including me and the people who manufacture the pencils, is a part of that universe, then the person committed to pure naturalism ultimately does believe that my pencils and my art occur by natural processes.

Having read a book, I assume it has an author. Believing that the author herself has an Author requires no greater a leap of faith, because the author's existence is more improbable than that of her own work.

When the Bible talks about people who return to or arrive at a place of belief in God, it sometimes says that they come to their senses. Art has helped bring me to my senses. Creating art assures me that flowers are beautiful for a reason, and that I am not just an animal who accidentally wound up with an ability to appreciate music or write a love letter. Neither are you.

Bill and Sara