Going through the motions of another emotionless day. Perscribed dilution of mental evolution. Few things move me, and its been my destiny to be observer at the end of this endless cycle. As of late I have been slowly more motivated and inspired by the pyre of the everyday ordinary. The beauty that sits in corners, cracks, and crevaces of our minds and vision seep into my visual reality. A language of beauty from everyday which impowers us to wake up in the morning. As evil breeds and succeeds at dulling our minds in the hive, we can still see the light through expression and contemplation. Surround yourself with that which inspires you; collecting into your sanity and reality of truth.

With the power of my mind and the dexterity of my limbs, I have created surfaces of which to paint on. I have placed pigment and binder onto these creating the illusion of space and time. Some of which I will post rather soon.