Anyone can assume the title of artist.

It’s true that I’m a very different person now than I used to be.

There’s a notion of rambling, but limited time.

Lost time. Time locked away. Time as a loop.

To this end- I’ve ben doin g strange things in my writing and my art. Experimenting. Straddling lines together. But also- pushing them apart.

One of my hopes for the work, is to demonstrate the fragility of the norms and conventions ruling our social order. And then- how easily they can give rise to something dark- and frightening.

My method is a bit Surrealist, perhaps. It speaks to the ambivalence of existence. It’s about endlessness. And ruin. And death.

And HOPE.