Thinking about power structures, the truths that have always existed underneath the white washing of society, symbols in action of uprising, burning away the armor that has corroded society. Thinking about the complexity of the spirit, the inner workings of the levels of vitalization that have gone on for centuries against the structure, to let an air of creative honesty and an ability to turn the lens anywhere but the center of fear and power, sometimes usurped and manipulate, but always with a deeper energy shining deeper and darker and more powerfully through the attempts at washing the veneer. Thinking of the foundations rupturing back up to tear away the unwelcome armor that tries to hold itself above, it is just a layer of time to be disintegrated. Beyond poetics, I have been in the studio touching some things vital, letting the past months start to bubble out and out and onto the page. Paint ink wax pencil charcoal spray paint all dancing and having intense conversations. Alchemists and warlocks touching the very real and tangible moments of the present.