Impossibility, failure and magic, like glowing stones on a bone-dry ocean, guide me down a dark and narrow tunnel. Running my hands along the surface, the unaccountable moment of causation, be it metaphorical or physical, is the method of choice. My work deliberately attempts the impossible, taking on mammoth tasks with a sponge and a rusty spanner. Do we dare? Do we dream? Striving towards nonsense in the grand procession of adventure!

 

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