Carl Jung in his autobiography describes a scene where he was sitting on a rock in his mid thirties. “Am I the one sitting on the stone or is the stone saying that he is sitting on top of me?”

I have my questions and wonderings about how closely connected we are to everything else in the universe, the pieces that distinguish one thing from another, consciousness, the musings of a psychotherapist who lived in Chicago, and a response to a painting by Khalif Tahir Thompson — I ask all those questions, try to live into them best I can, and what comes out from me is this sculpture. One thing to another thing.