Most of the time I feel my works are not whole unless more than one medium is involved in the conversation. Every medium is a single word in the sentence of my imagery. 
The present is my subject. 
Nominalism fills me with air. 
Mysticism makes me erupt. 
Products for consumption transform into subjective images of happiness. 
Everything has been designed with an unerring precision in perfect conformity.
Nature reflects my melancholy. 
CMYK colors fill me with nostalgia and holiness. 
The apple packed full of knowledge falls from a subjective paradise. 
Knowledge is heavy.