Fascination is a necessary component of my life. Without it, I might prefer to sleep forever. Wake me when something is worthy of attention, worthy of obsession. Bring me your anomalies, your undecipherable enigmas, your questions with no answers. This is what activates me, what drives me. Bring me your misunderstood geniuses, your universal substructure, your cultures, disappeared with hardly a trace. My ambivalence gives way to my passion. My passion leads to a focused searching, the need to chew and digest ideas until sated, to take in the light until a reflection is produced. These works are a beacon of thought, an attempt to activate another. No answers are promised, only eternal questions. My only hope is fascination. My only fear is the mundane.