Ouroboros
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I find it boring to write about myself. I think this begins with the fact that I do not consider myself to be an inherently interesting person. This isn’t a bad thing. There is no right way. For those of us non-interesting people, we live in a time where information is more exponentially accessible than it was even twenty years ago. We have so much information at our disposable, so much stimuli that the wall of interesting things washes over us. We forget about uninteresting things. I, as an uninteresting person, find interesting people fascinating. I am in dismay at the depths that can be found within the singular human brain. Representation and identity begin to shift, some would even say it blurs, when we continue to discover how many more layers of ourselves can be peeled back. The research is not planned, the discovery is not calculated. Sifting through information as it comes at you online is like a sifting through records at a record store with records in bins on tables, mounted on the walls, and suspended from the ceiling. You go to bed with stacks of records. You walk into the bathroom and find boxes of them staring back at you. You eat your dinner on a stack of records. It doesn’t seem that way, but it is. I can try to think of the most twisted, most perverse, most diabolical things imaginable and the world will show me things much more twisted, much more perverse, and infinitely more diabolical. The world will make me cry. I still consider myself to be a boring person, for the most part, but it’s always my goal to create the least boring pieces I can. It is my goal to be the glue to these Frankenstein monsters of stacks and stacks of records and to put them into something more digestible, where the line between reality and unreality blur and I am able to create work that still maintains the illusion that it is, maybe, a reflection of life.
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The air that I breathe -- Backdoor man -- Mirrors -- Ven -- The devourer -- Accretion -- The capsule -- The patient -- To be Bartleby
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M.F.A. (Master of Fine Arts)