Where are we? A singular place in a singular time incorporated in an existential singularity.  Constituted in blood, bone, sinew encased against the unforgiving variables.  You are on a beach, in the forest, you are swept and cast by the force of a powerful tide. The redwoods, deep grey and green broken into pristine and golden meadows.  LBC, LA county; the sounds, the colors, all hard surfaces next to an endless ocean.  Here is a Temple of chaotic beauty, traffic, oil and sunsets.
 
Where are we going?  How do I get there?  How much further do I have to go?  Like a branch on a raging current resistance is suffering.  Acceptance is freedom.  The river of experience guides and navigates the path ahead.  Possibilities open as the creation molds, like string theory expanding in all directions at once. Constituents of these pieces are like untethered strands rather than finite particles.  The use of digital tools for creation allows me to create artwork that traditional media can’t.  The strings of energy that are documented in these digital pieces have the opportunity to come to the world in countless products- virtual or physical, small or large, paper, nylon or glass.  

How much longer do I have?  Why us and them, when they are we? So that they can pretend to be Momentary Masters of Arbitrary Divisions?  Returning their fingers to, and stemming from the broken tilled earth. The crushing weight of their gears grind in the sentiment interminably turning the wheels of oppression generation after generation. Yet we continue to traverse this cosmic journey.  Life persists in the face of entropy and death to live just one more day.  Survive, just to stay alive. 

I will leave my caveman handprint on these post modern walls..