My Work Explores The Frontier Between Rationalism

They Say That Shoulder Blades Are Where Your Wings Were, When You Were An Angel," She Said. "they Say They're Where Your Wings Will Grow Again One Day.

Anything Seems Possible At Night When The Rest Of The World Has Gone To Sleep.

Sometimes We Just Have To Accept There Are Things We Can’t Know. Why Is Your Sister Ill? Why Did My Father Die?…sometimes We Think We Should Be Able To Know Everything. But We Can’t. We Have To Allow Ourselves To See What There Is To See, And We Have To Imagine.

Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe Everything's A Dream, And Nothing Else.

Yes. But Sad's Alright. Sad's Just Apart Of Everything