Portrait of the artist as a traffic hazard.
Swiss schools and American upbringing pulled in opposite directions: mark the lines with great precision, then draw spiritedly outside them. Switzerland was an auspicious birthplace for Dada.
As an artist my mode is promiscuous, Epicurean. Graphite, pixels, pigments, cathode rays, vocal chords, waveforms, words, numbers, ideas, errors, and lost moments are sensual propositions.
Categories are for livestock judges. Ideology is the neckbrace of the agelast. The art/design/culture/commerce argument is tedious, or fascinating, or both, or neither.
I direct Helsinqi, a creative design & media for marketing startup. The firm's international outlook capitalizes on an acute language addiction.
Since 2005 lovely Portland, Oregon is home to me and my wife/collaboratrix, Anna, and our distinctly uncollaborative cat, Merce.