On average, as many as 10 volcanoes spew ash or lava somewhere on Earth, although it depends on the luck of the day. We go back to Earth.

Where does time go?

I think of the human experience as an endless wandering that exists as a cycle.

My works explicitly observe the constant tidal ebb of flux, reflux of all matter and anti-matter. Through sculpture, painting, video, and writing, I explore the inner landscapes that are inexplicably familiar by instinct. I am more interested in the spirit, the soul, rather than the form. The form is always changing, but the spirit remains the same. I could have been a sailor in my past life. But maybe a thief, or maybe a mosquito. I like the idea that even when something disappears out of existence, there will be a trace of it. Maybe as a habit, or a distant memory. Maybe in someone’s stomach.

We are to desire to keep our blood flowing. What is the biological, sexual, emotional drive behind desire, why do we all lay eggs, or give birth, duplicate? Along with this desire comes the timeless sense of creation and the unstoppable ageing process. Through this continuous cycle of appearance and disappearance, I am interested in the idea that there is an intimacy, empathy, and connection between all beings. I like the idea that existence is without hierarchy, that every living atomic structure belongs to the same universal value as we all interconnect.

My works are merely a result of observation of this cycle, from the cosmic observation of planetary rotation, to earthly observation of migrating birds, to a personal, innate consciousness formed through an empathic relationship with nature and my own being. Only my feelings are my own, and I feel sometimes very very small.