Arting Dreams & Reflections

I’m letting the cat out of the bag. I like arting that has a dreamy symbol quality often mixed with tangible literalism [because I like messin with it]. I prefer a sort of dreamscape of story telling. You know, literally having a dream. I can’t help myself. It’s paradoxical. And I’m a walking paradox. Didn’t you know paradoxes walk? It’s not uncommon to see pictures in pictures or symbols in symbols. It also isn’t uncommon to see stuff that isn’t finished. It’s part of the plan, even in a society that would argue I can’t finish what I start. Life is not a singular project. Stories are never-ending and are revelatory. They pop in fractals of life - bits and bobs we can see at the moment. There is always what we don’t see quite yet. That’s the beauty of agency, co-creating and the like - it involves that scary word called ChAnGE. Oh my, see my knees shake as I assume the scream position. AGGGHHHHH, run away, run away! That’s why its part of the plan and this space reflects that a bit more honestly in spite of all the *cough cough cough* pain of needing to see something perfect, finished, and pure. That’s plain imaginary. It’s no wonder the next generations struggle with perfectionism. Oy vey! if you have questions about anything, ask before jumping on the ledge. I’d love to talk you down from that jump. I’m usually happy to help you interpret. Eat some cheetos and relax. Here is your ass-gasket.