I have an amazing relationship w/ black cotton and bleach. When these pieces, in particular, happen...I am in a very happy place. A mad scientist w/ gloves on and bleach in hand. I can't explain to you what the exact recipe is for these pieces, primarily because the ingredients/codes are locked in the nonverbal portion of my brain. The strictly visual, emotional and spiritual section = the part that makes your belly feel good...

(traveling upon a thread, w/ bumps and understanding) Worm.Holes have always fascinated me. Whether in dreams as a toddler/ or as an adult, clumsy w/ age. I can't not think about them. And I can't help but wonder...

The weight and the weightlessness of space. Of gravity. And thinking. And the Black.Holes are singing. Just listen...