Art School, 2001-2004
A lot of my art in this era was an attempt to process my feelings about the war America waged in the Middle East, which I was 100% unequivocally against.
I felt poweress at the time, and looked for small meanings and hidden opportunities to do something, anything, to affect my life — let alone the world.
It puzzled me when things worked out well. But successes lodged in my mind, to be built on later.
I was trying to get comfortable with the idea of an endless slog towards something better, in my art and life, and the future was a problem for another time.
And yeah, I was pretty pissed off, behind the normality I was still faking.
Things have a way of coming out.