Is immersion into the fluidity of an entirely malleable world dangerous you might ask?
The studio is a launch pad for dreams. It is my alchemical laboratory where anything is possible, so long as I believe. And oh, do I believe. There seems to be no end to this fascination for transformation. Everything I touch turns to pixels, shattered noise and gleaming colors cycling through my eyes, and ears, breaking up into the ether: amorphous and intangible. That’s where I live.
Is immersion into the fluidity of an entirely malleable world dangerous you might ask? I hear you asking! Is there some possibility that one might go too far, past the point of no return? And yet, the further you venture into the strange and incoherent logic of the dream, it all somehow, remarkably, seems to make more sense.
Well, I dare say, it’s all just one grand experiment I conduct in my studio. I may be lost, but I will always find my way. As a lab specimen and a provocateur of sorts, edging ever closer to this mystery of becoming, I’m no different than anyone else. Except perhaps, I volunteered to take the plunge, willingly, and never stopped falling.