Life is absurd. Life is ironic. Life is an end in itself. The destination in your dreams? It’s an illusion; hypnotic, warm and shimmering, but a mirage.
So what’s left? There is only your journey and what lies along the way. Life is its own reward, its own punishment, it’s own absolution. The universe, the world, the life that surrounds you, the very essence of you is disarmingly, alarmingly ironic; frustrating, intriguing, priceless and absurd.
I seek clarity through the irony and resonance created by juxtaposition of the profane and sacred, traditional allegory and current cultural metaphors, the cherished and disturbing. And I'm looking for a few laughs along the way.