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In 2015, I died for 7 minutes and was revived, allegedly. What I presuppose is I wasn’t and that all of this is just some sort of Bardo state. Some manifestation of my subconscious that I may or may not have some overarching influence on. Everything I create is either confirming or denying this hypothesis.
life is jumping out of an airplane without a parachute, the good news is there is no ground
as a person who feels like I have failed at everything I have tried to put some effort and meaning behind, this has been very discouraging the majority of my time on this spinning sphere, circumambulating the star we call the sun.
maybe it’s time to take that seemingly failure and transform it into some sort of meaning for myself but mostly to those who get within my own sphere of existence, whether that be directly or just this little snippet, website, if you will.
I do not sell art but I constantly make it. and let this be a documentation of that, process, exhibition and death of each and every piece made. just like life, we grow, we gel into a path and then we die. sometimes that goes unnoticed but i’m going to try and share my journey of this.
cheers
