You are a path outside myself.

I feel a need for others, a purpose outside of myself. Creating work feels empty when it isn’t a gift in some way. In many ways, you are my purpose. When I get lost in the infinite me-ness, narcissism, there isn't a transition to other. It is just me sitting there in my own realm like a dream. If I am by myself looking at and creating art with no one to share it with, it isn't gratifying. 

For me, the vehicle to create is in large part, transcendence. A transcending of self to other and on that path, I create. It is a procreative action and it’s relational. With even the idea of being with other people, of communing, the dark city becomes lit. I can see it all again so clearly and I thrive.

I am not here to just feed on you.

In the end, I want to give myself to you.