I would live like water - always moving downstream to satisfy the virginal void that binds my bones. I would open wider, grow lighter, be suckled and nursed into sky. I would accumulate, condense with white grasps, then gray to fall once more through my own emptiness. I would gurgle and swirl down gullies, gather trickles from torrents, fill depressions and overflow, chase gravity through the lap of this limnal landscape, back to the river. My images are best printed on a matte, semi-gloss, canvas, or satin surface.