Following two recent near death experiences and subsequent surgery, I've realised that after 20 years of work I'm trying too hard.
I've begun to refocus on why I continue to do this day after day. I am a conduit for the work in as much as the work is a physical manifestation of my filtering of the world. What should come out is my response to being alive. The worlds I create do not exist within the scaffolding of a decaying vessel which houses their consciousness. The reality is nothing exists outside my own perception of it. The images are my own perception, my own reality - intangible moments prompted by flawed memories and flawed interpretations.