It's difficult to explain the physics of an elegant universe to a stranger... I write, I draw, I paint, I construct, I dream strange vivid hypnagogic dreams. I think what I like, and my art doesn't like to follow the rules of Your Universe, because I believe what I believe and not what you do. Inside, it's like a rabbit hole you could fall down inside of and fall and fall and fall into. Or maybe more like a strange old house chock full of rooms upon rooms of strange and wonderful curiosities. When I am not falling into multiverses or writing about them, I like to drink wine, cook experimental things, and grow dangerous gardens.