my work is surreal
my work is observational
my work represents the contradiction and insecurity at the very heart of my human nature that drives me forward, screams at me, pushes me down to the ground and yet again wails "GO!"

I am the machine with squeaking gears and bolts twisting off
I am sadness
I am confusion
I stumble through life and indulge in it
my work is my self
my self is my work
I am beside myself at the sight of it
and I will inevitably destroy it
and I will inevitably despise it
as I despise myself