Certain key motifs appear over and over: skinny legs that seem to have been de-boned, piles of old shoes, cartoonish and clunky, clocks with one hand, low hanging light bulbs and, again and again, these hooded figures that may be Klansmen or
something more personally emblematic: the masks that artists, like all of us, hide behind; the disguises we don to face or shy away from the world; the
evil, banal and faceless, that
lurks within us all.