In my experience, along this weird wave of life, crashing us out to the desperately beautiful only to drift us back into what is safe, it is the the unknown that holds the greatest light and information, as we hurtle through half lives into an oblivion.

The most pain I have felt in my life, its not what I’ve lost, but what I could have touched, but did not, because I felt it was out of reach.

But what the fuck is it worth, if not for the reaching….if not for the bottom of the deep green sea, what is the surface and what is below or above? What is your sunrise, the highest peak you will suffer bleeding hands, to just touch, and taste that blood in your mouth? Iron, sweat and tears. A life lived hard and full for all the years.

Within the creation of music in much younger years, I saw that life did not exist within the claws of a boss, but as flight upon the wings of your own personal angels. They guided me as this music was made, my most sacred pieces of art.

If you’d like to give it a listen, click on the images which link to my TIDAL playlists. I support TIDAL in an effort to defeat AI warfare, and to give the artists something closer to what they actually deserve. In these troubling times, art is more important than ever.

shot at the Met in NYC, i added my own artistic flair in post to convey the feelings it conjured up within my inner rhythms as i stood in an imaginary silence