Art is therapy (for me).
I love creating things with my hands.
Things real, and things unseen.
If my hands are static, I feel hollow.
Fathoms is a dream about a story from a time when I lost my father and about the ghosts of the past that follow us through empty warehouses of the future.
This is not about monetizing my name into gold silicon wafers in the interwebs, or in the side door of a trendy vinyl toy store in SoHo.
This is about
Finally delivering on my promise (to myself) that I am a real storyteller, proving to myself that I can do it, and be satisfied (happy) with the story I tell.
Dealing with the past, expressing it on my terms, remembering it how I want, as skewed as that perspective may be.
Telling my story, for better or worse, I do have something to say (we all do, some of us have one story, some of us have many).
It's about rising above my humanity while simultaneously embracing it. This isn't the first or the last story I will tell...but so far, it's the most involved. So keep on swimming.