My objects are the reenactments of my memory in a fragmented theater, surrealist in flavor but not unconsciously directed. The projections of memory onto anatomical parts, turns of phrase, electricity, esoteric health manuals and the psychological treasure trove of adolescences are my words. I’m a short story writer in 3-dimensions, not an automatic writer. My stories are partially personal as well as common, directed at my fascination/horror with science, power, narcissism and mutation. The “texture of existence is my soapbox, pop-psychology is my favorite toy, and the space between opposites, the gray area, is my secret hideout.