The only rational state for the artist is to despise their audience, and in so doing, clad themselves in armour against injurious comments and opinions.

The artist is a flickering candle, a flame so easily snubbed out by the thumb and forefinger of logic and reason.

If the artist is to believe in science, then how important is it for us to maintain—stood firmly—with a foot (or other limb) in each world.

The artist aligns their self between two incompatible absolutes.

The pendulum of consciousness swings back and forth across this border and the subconscious can only be where the conscious is not.

It is upon this border of irreconcilable conflict that my mind becomes a forge and I strike—again and again—with the hammer.