What if entropy was not disorder, but the live dissection of space. Cracks, tears, edges, the limits of experience and capacity. Patterns of decay, code for the motion toward no thing. Like seeking silence with the clapping stop of noise, I'll seek ends at the edge of continuums. In the application of paint and uncovering of composition, I begin a self-referential process, to deconstruct the anatomy of the frames I’m working with through geometry and measurement. Driven in this pursuit of an end, while finding edges at every corner, I explore the boundaries of experience, language, philosophy, science and faith. I do so via writing, which spurs my use of contrasting aesthetics and techniques through many mediums. I find myself meditating over the visual conflicts that this presents, conflicts that arise between the adoption of normative aesthetics and the desire to undermine them. Facing the boarder of my capabilities, and the continuous nature of failure in the pursuit of ideals, I empathize with these square fringes of canvas butting up against the surface of the real, showcasing their limitations and pointing beyond themselves.
