The heathens rage and all the gods are long since gone. I have the totalitarian outlook of an aggressive minority of one, the mnemonic soul of souls, the reality of realities. I sense the mystery of my vision, the distinctive experience of revelation and grace, when I yield to my nature and distance myself from even the flimsiest outlines of my existence.
My art has been the ontological pursuit of an escape - a way out in the habit of being . I am looking for a way to get off my cultural knees, skirt the lunatic fringe, wiggle and squirm through psycho-critical tendencies and eventually achieve an illuminative state of freedom. I strive to forget everything I have ever been taught, everything I have ever read, everything I judge on a sliding scale of relative moral values. I am enlightened by my self-deception, by the sincerity of my hypocrisy, duplicity and fraud.
There is an architectural weight to the shadow that dances around me. I struggle to free myself from the illusions of the medium. I create to spiritualize matter, to purify and sanctify substance. Creativity is being in genesis, the disincarnation of truth, the apostasy of scientific realism.