And this world gave forth singular music,
Like running water or the wind,
Or the grain that winnowers with a rhythmic motion
Shake in their winnowing baskets.

The forms disappeared and were no more than a dream,
A sketch that slowly falls
Upon the forgotten canvas, that the artist
Completes from memory alone.

— Charles Baudelaire             The Carcass  (excerpt)       

 Translated by:  William Aggeler

Ideally, the need for an artist to produce a statement which explains the reason and rationality of his creations would not be necessary.  It took me years to find a medium that I could speak through and my medium is not the written word. I would hope that one could examine my works and decipher the meaning implied behind them without feeling a need to read what I think, for what I think is already imbedded in my pieces.

In Newton's Principia, he states:

"...if two globes, kept at a given distance one from the other by means of a cord that connects them, were revolved about their common centre of gravity, we might, from the tension of the cord, discover the endeavor of the globes...(and) the determination of their motions."

Our existence is a continuum much like Newton's globes.  Between all things exists a cord from which true motions can be discerned. When we view a creative work we are actively interacting with the continuum that connects all things.  The point of my art is not to preach the rationality of my existence to the world, but to invite the globes revolving outside of me to tie a cord on to my individualized perspective.

With this being said, my art generally has two foci: simple interactions and the interpretation of beauty.