I am intrigued by constant flux, the roller coaster vertigo inducing ride we are always on. I hold infinite desire for security via memory.
Each subject dictates a certain constrained border, and lets us imagine what's beyond. I am constantly playing with present and past images, re-shaping them by revisiting with a fresh sleep and an inspired dream.
Will these images simply be relics of a past "New World" What will we take with us and what will we discard. Will it be the dream or the reality.