There are patterns hidden in the maelstrom. Lying in wait. implicit, undefined, on the brink of expression. I aim to draw out those patterns without betraying the chaos that birthed them.
Coupled with the chaos is a certain feeling; subtle, ever elusive, and sacred when encountered. Available in dreams, extreme psychical states and modes of being, this feeling is at the heart of what informs every passion, every desire, and every effectual action.
Without this sublime motivator there is no-thing. No invention, no birth, no will. The scribblings of foment and disaster are terrifically informative and must not be forgotten, if only the conductor executes skill with sincerity.