My work comes to the audience veiled. Coded in names and numbers colliding against line, form, and color. Much like the world I live in. These memorandums become ambiguous. Hard lines meet scribbles and rust, broken and continuous. The beauty of impermanence and the glory of our ‘efficacious existence’. Text is present almost always, because written language is crucial and sacred, even if crossed out. Sculptures are not sculpted but constructed; one should not bend a steel beam, but use its qualities and strength as a beam. Drawings are also constructed because it’s in the use of material, not the medium, that defines the constructor and the constructed. It is the act of…, that I deem important. And this “act of…” is responsible for the houses we live in, the houses we burn, the buildings and the bombs. This act is what moves us forward. That’s art, that’s science, that’s the "search for the absolute,” as Kandinsky once said.