The point is there is no point. Visual artist without a home base, because the transience of life could not be more literal in mine.

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Pathways, in their infinite forms, are a core component of our material reality. This mechanism governs our world, from the fleshy to the manufactured. Blood, lymph, the interstate. Lines, rivers, and veins. Enabling movement through space, and by default, inevitably, through time. 

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The most impactful pathways are the ones carved out of our ruminations. These drawings show what they look like to me.