I feel this in my visual art.. I reject “realism,” and am equally unsatisfied with pure abstraction. I find I’m always searching for something else, something between, something lost and becoming in the fragments of this broken world.

This speaks to my preference for the city in my art. The natural world untouched by humans has no need of me. It’s the cage we have made of our symbolic order, of the political, social and economic machines it supports,  that I feel impelled to shatter and reassemble. The beauty I see in the wilderness, I can enjoy and leave as it is. There’s no need for me to “make art” of it. But I can’t so much as open the door to the street where I live, but that I want to take it apart–to re-imagine it, to find what is hidden there and yet to be.

“The fantastic is not an escape from reality, but an opening up of new realities, of new forms of social, political, and visionary modes of being toward reality. Reality is not a cage for thought and feeling, not a prison house within which the rich and powerful can command and control the feedback loops of some industrial mediatainment complex and thereby the vast populations of the world. No. The fantastic is about subverting these vast systems of power and control that seek to keep us ignorant and asleep in a world of consumption, slaves to our desires for more and more and more. ”