My art is monkeys, just monkeys—sometimes pondering, sometimes perplexed, always just a little too human. They’re my way of saying, “Look, we’re all just monkeys in different outfits, scratching our heads at the mystery of it all.”

Each monkey has its own crisis. One might be contemplating existence, another’s probably just realized it left the stove on. These apes are my philosophers, my jesters, my mirror—they capture that lovely absurdity of trying to understand a world that doesn’t really need to make sense. No words, just a title to tip you off, a reminder that life is one big, weird cosmic zoo, and we’re all just in it together.

So if you find yourself face-to-face with one of my monkeys, maybe you’ll see a bit of yourself there—a fellow traveler in this strange, endless search for meaning. And if you laugh, then my work is done.