All art that I make starts, conceptually, with myself. Perhaps self-centered, perhaps hubristic, but my practice is about my experience of being human. For me, being a human is complex, confusing, a never-ending journey of learning and feeling and thinking and feeling a lot more. It’s a journey informed by every facet of ourselves, whether innate or acquired.
At the broadest level, my work revolves around the questions of “what does it mean to exist?” and “what meaning does existence have?” with more specific themes including personal identity, absurdism/existentialism, and the experience of being human in the social, technological, and biological landscape of contemporary society. I’m just trying to figure things out, really. I’m just trying to figure out myself, and life, and existence, and what it means to be human.
What does it mean to be me? What does it mean to be human?
I don’t know.
But I’m a human, and that’s all I know, and it’s all I can be, and until the day I understand it, my art will be here to usher me through my years. If it’s even possible to understand it, that is.
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