The true mystery of art lies not in the many ways that it is a "thing", in the mischievously multiplicitous subtleties of manifestation; it rests in the many (more) ways in which it is a vacuum, a void, a potentiality and the endless presence of absence. We seek meaning in matter but fail to understand…
You are not your own…
You are not your self, your own possession and private labyrinth of interior significance and reflective surfaces. Neither are you in any sense, shape or form "owned" or prescriptively and unambiguously defined by any external realm or anchor of reflexive cultural necessity. You, and I, and the whole world are not the endpoints or causal…
Soothing Nature
I find nature and natural vistas to be relaxing in pretty much the same way that sitting by an open fireplace or listening to the sound of rain at night outside my bedroom window is a soothing experience. There is something intimately reassuring in the continuous sparkle, flow and hum of nature and of the…
Generational Melancholy
Every generation reinvents ennui.
Endless Games
The purpose of this game (of life, of experience, of order and human intelligence) becomes the self-perpetuation of the game itself.
Vampires
Some days are like vampires...
Essence
Tattoos are personal inscriptions and records of presence or potential no less than every other thing we experience and express...
Duality
The aesthetics of memory, of self...
Shared
Like moths to some narcotic flame...
