Images and words are the stuff of history spilling into clichés. It is the cliché not the image, not the picture that reverberates, that echoes the traffic of history—history being obstinate—the freighted footprint of our existence. The mining of the cliché, excavating it as representation, as picture—co-opting it, infusing it with an urgent agency. Revitalizing its tenants— beside history, its popularity, repetition, myth—rents the cliché as we understand it, and its purpose outside its conditional agency and separate from comfort of its couching not as familiar or non- threatening but edgy and unsure, even captivating. With use the cliché becomes its own cliché. Using images, from photographs or film stills (Still-life), my own or others, tells a better story or at least an interesting one. The manipulation of fragments of feelings, of thoughts rent mute is the gist of our interior selves as story. Pictures, singularly or in juxtaposition with others act like a mise en scene. It is not what is seen but what is suggested that is the condition, the echo of it’s self. A clarity of intent obscured, filtered, suggests a caesura. Images occupy the fragile working place of memory/imagination. Agitating this cleavage between thought and action develops the inchoate into something like an identity, an understanding though fleeting. My work is a representation of a representation, an acknowledgement that we are what we have dreamed, felt and experienced; not once, but many times.