Man time flies when the world is collapsing and burning around you. Hard to believe it was just over a year ago I fell backwards into my passion for art. It was with some sort of faith everything was fucked in the present and the only answer was to go backwards.
And it was. For at least a decade or more I was in a terrible haze. I’m still trying to see things clearly. It’s hard with all the digital noise and being downwind of the fires. The only clear thing is the present and what I am doing with it.
In the background are these forces bigger than all of the things in my head. One of these forces is the daily nuclear replenishment that can go on with or without my observance.
