I realized something whilst wandering through the @walkerartcenter yesterday, I realized that My art is created with one true purpose in mind: to clear out the clutter in my mind so for a moment, if only one, I can feel less crazy. I wondered how many other artists feel the same, how many installations are nothing more than the pouring out of meaningless and frantic thoughts. I wondered if it’s only the viewer, the reader, the museum wanderer that assigns meaning at all. Maybe. Who is to say what is white wall gallery worthy and what belongs in the padded white walls of an asylum, I do not know, but mine too are crazy words, and I do not know where I would end up if I could not spill them out.