The ambiguity that lies between image (as truth) and reality (as question) offers a space to work. Living closer to the death of civilization with every birth, every child and every object are the same. History is the cycle of realization. There is no communicable past or future. Separation becomes a necessary order to cage complacency, afraid of being and of being alone.

We must put an honest effort into witnessing what is within and around us. It is no longer art for arts sake but art for our sake.

Translating an idea to an image or sculpture orients time and place in a certain way, but not always. The placement and arrangement of images, sequentially or random, reaches toward an inherent shared space.

Value without desire is absolute.