I seek things that induce a type of happy anxiety within myself. I care less about assigning a specific meaning to something as I do about the space between the thing and the finger attempting to point at it. Associative meaning lasts longer than our initial impulses for control. Seeing is less an act of uncovering as it is a proactive denial of everything else. Re-framing can be a valuable form of distortion. Objects carry more weight when we sense their presence and not their namesake. I’m drawn towards things that refuse my impulse for stillness.