I waited until there were no more ideas and welcomed the creative void.
Starving for influence from another extreme, I sought out inspiration from the superfluous and inane.
My alter ego is a hermit that recycles all types of garbage so I became intrigued with the subject headings from my electronic junk mail.
Then I challenged myself to translate them into a variety of mediums.
What at first seems vague and impersonal becomes quite the contrary.
Color, shape, and texture combine to express the disconnected messages as they settle in a marriage of my subconscious and frontal lobe.
I found a way to expose the emotion of shapes and words sent forth by strangers by constructing interpretive metaphors.
A brainstorm wedged in between absurdity and apathy.
What happens when we stop running from a mystery and decide to embrace it?
The hermit has left the building and now you are invited to come inside and experience the riddles.