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I’ve always been a dreamer, a thinker, moreso than an action figure, so to speak. I have pondered more than I have proceeded in the physical realm.

My interest is in how I, and perhaps to a degree, others, perceive spatial temporal things as human beings, and of course, all the emotional and cultural observations that go along with that initial gesture into the goo.

To further complicate matters of procedure, I am an apophene of sorts, a dadaist, a found object, post modern, pop culture, andy-ist. I guess I could describe my nature as pop zen. I grapple in space for the ex nihilo, I swim in the morphogenetic field, and come what may, I find things and have ideas and opinions. Fortunately or not, as one’s own process of deciding worth in life depends, I don’t hold faith or value in consciousness per se. Consciousness still has not crossed the threshold of my proving ground.

I am willing to hold onto the idea that deliverance in these spheres can be a bitch, depending on whose trail you follow, or what finger taps you on the shoulder. Nevertheless, insanity and physical damage notwithstanding, I have made my way through this mad milleau, and am here writing and proceeding to make my way through a reality as nebulous as a puff of smoke.

Have a nice day,

Brielle.