I am a smorgasboard but I am not hungry. I like things that I don't understand. My conciousness is redundant, repetitive. I like cans of tuna. Al of my best writng is somehow related to the idea of a girl eating a tunafish sandwhich. I make art out of steel and found objects. I plan and sketch some sculptures, others not at all. I do 1% of the work and the other 99% happens automatically, I am just there to witness it. I am dumbfounded by the amount of things that just seem to fit together. Scrap metal is my life.