My art is selfish and self-indulgent. It does not care if you are aware of it, or if it holds any meaning for you. In this way it is a guilty pleasure. It is not an exercise in self-exploration. It is not an exercise. My art is about the idea. It is about externalizing that idea before it becomes confused, muddled, or forgotten. It is consuming. My art is a willful manipulation of the soul; it intensifies, it dulls. It is wistful and nostalgic, and being so, is often yearning and sometimes brooding. It exists to define an idea and to control a sentiment.
My art is selfless and generous. It cares about spreading awareness on issues, and making those issues emotionally charged for the audience. In this way it is philanthropic. It is also an exercise in self-exploration, a careful exercise in discovery. My art is about the moment. It is about recording that moment as I experience it, taking note of the mood. It is fleeting. My art is a spontaneous manipulation by the soul; it rises, it falls. It is whimsical and optimistic, and being so, is often light and sometimes witty. It exists as an idea and a sentiment.