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When creating works like this, I had flow states, and I felt as if I'd reached back into that period when art felt so mysterious to me. My lost identity is here.

           

Art records energy. Sensations attempt to prove the heat of dreamlessness. Here the dream's ambition will frustrate the art, so as a compromise, layers formulate to understand it. As such, drawing is the prompt allowing your unconsciousness to give back: & within it lies a new impossible medium that leaves the gaps vague. It sits in the conscious & unconscious because it has to experiment on schedule to birth the flow state.

   

My work intends not to understand its identity in a dream sense. Instead, it explores the emotional, layered impressions formed in each gaze of the eye. It's a snapshot within an infinite amount of visual sounds that no brain can't harvest. The drawing's history of each zap of movement dances speculators into small holes of visible words. For this, the art is not solely mine & never will be, & will die when it's efficient; only when spontaneity forms the structure is when it is by a technicality: & that alone isn't efficient.

   

The beat in my brain that questions no matter who I become is the movement of a cartoon. The lies of life's horror are sweetened at face-value to give me an intellectual invitation. The language of memories rests in one frame & breaks out of my control after every subtle command in nature. These cartoons that don't know it's own space yet controls it in my eyes, dreams I don't understand, can be brought closer via those accidental movements. No matter the level of purpose, any illusion of evolved space enhances most from the heat in real life. Let warmth, at the best of death, contrive cartoonish breezes so broken vessels can heal. Energy can now bake ever so softly when excitement breathes within its blind spots.