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A Winter Solstice Manifesto

When it comes to creation and alteration, I feel that I do not have a choice. I consume and need to regurgitate in order to process information. Art making is as fundamental as food and water. One consumes food for nourishment. Their body converts the matter into energy, and the rest is abandoned as waste. The waste fertilizes the earth and there is new growth. A perpetual cycle of progress. I want to kill a deer and use all the bones. Since the dawn of time humans have been sitting around with nothing to do.

You skin the bark off of a twig just to see what it looks like.

Forming connections with people, growth, shared suffering. The occasional game of convincing an outside party that what your idea is worth the execution. Good art stimulates several senses at a time. Art that makes one feel something, and connect with the source. Comparative to the amount of art I consume, there are a minority of moments when viewing art that I feel truly alive. It is when I am deep in emotion, then splashed with euphoria; a brief moment of content. Satisfaction. A quick visit down the rabbit hole.

As a culture we are dissatisfied. We want answers. With good art sometimes you can feel the answers. Seeing the universe, feeling small. The comfort in feeling small. Relax.

It will get better, or it won’t, either way, you’ll figure it out. Allow yourself to let go and you will see it too. The right brand of confrontation. Being able to stare back at something that we connect with and still cannot articulate.

Art as philosophy. The kind of work I make is interactive, in flux, in constant motion, never ending, a full circle. Cycles that continue to feed themselves. The highest form of art is dinner with a friend and good conversation.

We are all obsolete. We don’t know where we came from, and we don’t know where we’re going, so we might as well enjoy ourselves.

I take things as seriously as I need to. I’m not crazy. I am so sane, that it makes me crazy. I care so much that I can no longer care. If you can’t laugh then you’ll have to cry, so you might as well laugh.