I have an obsession with art because I have an obsession with death.

I have a fear of nonexistence. I am never not thinking about it. It informs every decision I make, which is why I make art. If only selfishly, I enjoy art because it is a vessel for eternal life. It is a manifestation of the self, made tangible and interactive. It can be a preservation of the state of the artist at the time of the art’s creation. The preservation of identity, of thought, of surrounding, of conflict.

I dedicate my life to what lies beyond. Death. The immaterial. The invisible fabric which ties it all together. My art exists as an attempt to explore the unspoken underlying movement to all that there is. I often found myself an observer of life rather than an active participant. People moved in ways which seemed instinctual to them but were far off and unreachable to me. I have come to understand that there is a flow to the way our atoms align and move around one another. Interpersonal relationships puzzle me the most, so they are what I focus on when I create. I want to find and bring to the forefront the patterns which leave me with the most questions. Which elements of our material world act as specters for what lies beyond?

I am never bound to one medium. Whichever vehicle for thought allows the path of least resistance to clarity is the one which I will choose.

I am an artist because there would be no point being anything else.

I am an artist because I am confused.

I am an artist because I am going to live forever.

-Celine