artist statement

It’s the first surge of air after resurfacing from the bottom of the ocean. It’s the quixotic aloofness. It’s a bundle of nerves radiating through color. It’s the lonely ebb and flow of chaos and tranquility. On an endless quest with a goal I cannot define. just out of reach. just out of reach. just out of reach. All I know is after this stops hurting this will be really funny.