By simply being born, you are part of a struggle.

Among the many types of struggle—between nations, economic systems, religions, and societies—the most potent and righteous is the struggle with one’s self.

The Self, like our reality, is irreconcilably fragmented into pieces; hands, teeth, hair, fingers, elbows. We, like these objects, are vulnerable, flawed, and undeniably physical.

As an artist, I am interested in the moment when these objects, these Selves, begin to flicker and dissolve, and thus offer, if only fleetingly, the possibility of perfect union between our physical reality and a deeper, unfathomable ultimate reality.