'Scaffolded Terrain'

I confess, my soul does not fit in any academic formalism, including definitions to apply which motives the output that concretes in artisan’s hands. My soul addresses the spirit which comprises a body of data, extends beyond certain fundamental truths and dogmas that limit the artist within their fence. I cannot be taken shelter in the inhabitable shores since I have tasted experiences of any kind of intense pleasure that extends beyond the known. Experiences which are sexual, fetishistic, anarchistic, defensive, political et cetera. The artist’s real truth, the experience, is always in loop which starts from anywhere then falls into the endless abyss. As opposed to the definitions, I deny any information for the informations sake. To find my own truth… Which defines myself as an artist which is not in the dictionaries, but in life itself.