I believe. I believe in discovery and good books. I believe in love and youthful optimism. I believe in honesty and kindness. I believe in dance parties. I believe in solitude and company. I believe in cat naps and frozen mango. I believe in ideals and dreams. I believe in silence. I believe in staying still. I believe in innocence and art. I believe in rainy Sundays and I believe in Charlie Chaplin.
I cannot choose just one belief. I believe in it all. The universe is infinitely complex, and the intricacy itself drives my existence.
One of the greatest thrills in my life is finding startling connections. In these associations I find truth. Because of how much the complexity of the world affects me, I assume a large role in creation. Making is a way for me to sift through my life and make sense. I believe that this is where I become my art form.
Who created me? The world! I am some rough collage of influence. I am drawn from such a variety of sources, that a gallery patron would have to step forty feet back to make out my shape and size. I overflow with not only humanity and culture, but of the essence of all that simply exists, because I am an elaborate being. I am a rock. I am a number. I am my mother and father. I am a chapter. I am a breeze. I am a beat. I am an ice cream sundae and I am a smiling face.