I am interested in creating anecdotes from a space.

A cat asked a dog what it was painting. Dog replied, "A psychological space." Cat didn't fancy that response and said there's no such thing.

"Is not someone constantly drawing from a psychological space? They do so in order to put us in the year 2001, in an advertising space, a puppet theater, a sanatorium charging 'interest' for our impotence, and to put us in wars ... We are underwater. We are underground digging our own graves. We are in our mother's shoes. Our face is to the ground under her shoe. We are the mother. We are kind of freaking out. Liars! Hypocrites! Addicts! Ramblers!

I could hate this place, but I like to be immersed in it.

I hope to paint a better picture of the idea of it.

In apartment backdrop, you see intaglio prints of quadrilateral forms in flux; as if a despondent fractal, hideous with incompleteness, subjected itself onto a green screen. The arrhythmic flow is paired with subdued colors that maintain nothing happened here... move along everybody