The artist's point of view upon the universe orders it; it supplies the universe with clicks and gears until it revolves as the artist wishes. In that process of ordering we discover our humanity, our limits and restrictions. In my artistic cosmos everything is hand cut from pieces of paper. It's important that it be this way. In fact, I actively refrain from using machines to cut my pieces. This makes the process more human I insist - more tactile and sensual. The irony is that I try to be the machine. If a cut is not precise enough I reject it- it is too human. In my effort to resist it, the machine has become the standard against which my humanity must measure itself.