I don’t understand what my pencil is trying to tell me. I can remember having dreams when I was very young- terrifying dreams of electrified objects, giving off crackling, blinding bolts and wires of energy. I have always seen floating tube-like filaments swimming in front of my eyes; I can see them particularly well when I stare at the blue sky. I jerk my eyes and they stream by, coming to slow stops, as if some kind of liquid inside me was filled with cells and organisms existing  independent of my physical body. There seem to be themes of breakage and conflict, of soft liquid forms and sharp angles, piercings and extrusions, violent changes, explosive formations and transformations.