A body, an object, or a belief buried within a mass of improbable strata, the infinite in the ordinary, 
the diamonds of the heavens mirrored on the watery surface of a deep dark well littered with debris, 
the space between the zenith of two waves, committed to the very ground of being.

Sifted from the sands of my mind; an improvised recipe, an accident of alchemy become 
an experimental mix of media that blurs definition, a ritual invented to invade a void.

As I seek relief from the grief of our humanity and the grid of everyday perspective, 
these are some of the concerns surrounding my work at present as I move forward among
the cycles of creation and affirm that what is, is beautiful still.