To describe oneself is to freeze one’s natural state of becoming, as with a camera, and to set about describing a small number of attributes of this frozen image.
It is to neglect all the changes that occurred in that person within that photograph before it was taken. And it is an exercise that limits and reduces the weight of the fact that the subject of the image will continue to mutate over the course of its existence.
Identity is mythology.
It is a projection that is hand woven from the past,
out of specific, hand-picked over-emphasized patterns.
It is brand marketing for an antiquated form of ego.
It is a crass description of a fading photograph.
I am a speck of universe and I use the energy that comes from the same universe of which I am made, in order to change matter into other forms of matter. These new forms I present as art.
The material of the universe, which is also known as Nature, God, the All, etcetera is all there is. I am a part of it. What I make is a part of it. And my biography can be nothing more than a combination of letters that somehow state this exact fact.
The fact that I AM, and that I also create.
My creations are of Nature, of God, of the Universe, of the Cosmos.
They are both presentations and traces of this Truth, and they are dedications and sacrifices for this universally interconnected and profoundly wonderful and breath-inducingly beautiful Everything.