My work is a set of questions concerning the systems that we all function within.
Increasingly, I have been finding it a bit difficult to sit still, behave, and just put my head down. This is now a fight.
I ask the questions I do in order to understand the precisely “why”.
I am always hungry for more knowledge, more understanding.
My life, and the events, the tragedy, the imperfect, unkept promises within it have driven me to this. It is the only way to rebuild.
I am different now, but I will always remember.
The work is a testament to that. The questions are a way of bringing understanding, and eventually a community.
I am always interested in changing the question, the answer is always changing as well.
My work becomes a manifesto of intent regarding my want to change the world.
What we have worked once, but there is a series of actions that have happened that have made it stop working. No one is fine anymore.
This entire thing is work that I can never see the end of.
Every time one question is answered, the answer just poses more questions. There is too much for me, alone.
Nothing in this world is definitive.
This statement is included because I think that this is an important point to make.
There is no use holding still, and trying to avoid the splash. Now it is raining.
I am interested in those points where things changed.
History is something that I am always skeptical of because it is always a lie. Only the winners write our history books.
The United States supported the Third Reich before they began their assault on the rest of Europe.
Things like this have been ignored by those that tell us “the facts”, because they are building taller walls.
Inevitably we will have the wool pulled over our eyes, or we will fight back. I choose the later.