When Knowledge Becomes Rigid, It Stops Living.

I Might Have Been Born Into A Very Literal Sense Of Chaos, But In Fact That State Is True Of All Of Us.

I Grew Up In A Forest. It's Like A Room. It's Protected. Like A Cathedral... It Is A Place Between Heaven And Earth.

What Does The Artist Do? He Draws Connections. He Ties The Invisible Threads Between Things. He Dives Into History, Be It The History Of Mankind, The Geological History Of The Earth Or The Beginning And End Of The Manifest Cosmos.

I Never See A Forest That Does Not Bear A Mark Or A Sign Of History.

Ruins, For Me, Are The Beginning. With The Debris, You Can Construct New Ideas. They Are Symbols Of A Beginning.