I am entranced by the rhythm in complexity, the rhyme in color and the intonation of visual truisms. Art is but a conversation after all. And song; a conversation set to time. I pool memory into the step of the song and allow the tale to unveil. Stories, quick clips of conversation, personal and cultural memory as well as the top of the pops all hold equal significance in my memory bank. This memory is not solid truth, but a memory that is as likely to forget and remember- as it is to encode, encrypt and mythify. I distill this mnemonic experience through my own hands and what you are left with is visual debris of myth in memory set to music.