not because anyone asked for it, not because the world hinges on its completion, but because it is the silent kernel at the heart of my being. It is a slow, anxious sedimentation of a need. It is my work, these are my children. I raise these unfinished things, with a sort of contradictory devotion;…

to give form to the silent urgings that would otherwise dissipate, unsaid, into the hush around me. Each day is a negotiation between the unseen world within and the resistant world without; i translate myself into words and know that even if no one comes to witness these artefacts, the work is not for nothing.…

always in search of a language delicate enough to catch the whisperings of that which waits beyond the horizon of comprehension…  I am a dream, an illusion, a paradox, a riddle, from which stories and situations arise.  Please always remember that everything you see, hear, feel, think, smell, taste, and sense when you encounter life,…