I call myself a maker of things because this best defines every day of my life. I express myself in a variety of media because every world relies upon hundreds of mini-structures with which it defines its more obvious structure.

What I make is merely one component of another complicated world. While my painting, my music, or my words become stories and videos, my videos become reflections of that perfect unevenly lit blue wall against an actor’s skin. Everything that is made is part of the process of making something else, and every action I take in a day is part of the process of my making. For this reason, I prefer to think of my products as processes. And while I may cling to media that give the false impression of permanence, everything I do and am is dissolving into something or someone else, as I make.

It is difficult to find the opposite within myself: the need to destroy. I have sought it, for every action must have an equal and opposite reaction. I discover this opposite in other people, and often the ones I love the most deeply. What has been destroyed within me, though painful, becomes a new medium which is made into something else. For every limb someone has removed, I have mulched and grown a fruit tree from it. For every person who has taken my time, my money, my labor, or my love, I have fed and nourished them. I am not always happy. I do not always feel like I’m in control. I can’t and I do become frustrated, but I must always make. For as I make, I express my love for everything and everyone, who has indeed been made.