My journey as an artist starts at the height of the decline of critical thinking. I am a human, therefore, I am aware and critical of oneself. I have an ego, yet, I am dissociated within my parameter of how to live. I am human, but is our creator above the human. In the universe, we are fixated on experiencing supernatural. I am human, yet have been dehumanized. The animals breathe, yet we kill them to feed. I am human, yet, my soul can be described as a metaphysical complexion. Entities can have souls, but units do not. As I take a photo, I capture light. As I make music, I capture sound. The clock ticks, but we are the creators within our own fate. The pen bleeds, but the computer glitches. The human creates feelings, while the computer synthesizes them. We are artificial, but intelligence is not. Neurons fire just like guns, but which one is faster? I’ll let the human decide.
