Realizing that I'd been given a warning shot across the bow to accomplish my goals now, or forever fizzle-out frustrated, I thought quite a bit about what I actually wanted to DO with my life, while I recovered from my injuries. Part of that recovery, clearly, was this art that I present to you on this website. It began to spill forth only a few short weeks after the incident, and I literally couldn't stop myself from creating it. I imagine that it behaved as some sort of therapy for my brain, since that was the damaged part, and brains are weird, complicated little beasties. To be quite honest, I don't even remember creating some of these images but for the odd flash of memory here and there; my memory took a particularly hard hit after the injury, but it's slowly regaining its former level of ineffectiveness. To learn more about my experience, please see my blog entries.

I've had people give me all sorts of interesting interpretations of my images, and I'm beginning to think that my images are vague enough that they exhibit a Rorschach-like quality. When I make them, I'm almost in a trance, and only after I'm finished do I see certain connections; however other people always point out things that I never noticed. That's very cool!