“There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation.  There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: a people busy and powerful, knowledgeable, ambivalent, important, fearful, and self-aware; a people who scheme, promote, deceive, and conquer; who pray for their loved ones, and long to flee misery and skip death.  It is a weakening and discoloring idea, that rustic people knew God personally once upon a time—or even knew selflessness or courage or literature—but that it is too late for us.  In fact, the absolute is available to everyone in every age.  There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.”
—Annie Dillard

We are faced with the mysterious realities of existence and death. While I don’t believe that spirituality and art can fully explain these realities or necessarily take away our confusion, I do believe they can help. I believe the practice of grappling with questions—the practice of wrestling with mystery—matters. We may never find answers; in fact, we probably won’t, but in our searching we will be expanded and changed.

My projects give me a concrete way to search.

Underneath every project is my questioning heart. I am always striving after the ever-elusive correct definition of something. I want the history of things. I am always trying to understand the how and why. And I am constantly asking: “how does this work in the world?”

I have a million little questions. But right now I also have three big questions:

  • How does our understanding of words affect our actions?
  • What does it mean to believe in God without knowing what God is?
  • How do we live a changed life in the regular world?

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