Oblivion. The artist lives in oblivion. The space reserved only for the moment of death, the microsecond of absolute infinity. Total ecstasy.

Destruction

Pain

Fair

Elation

Madness

Divinity captured in one fleeting moment. The artist lives in oblivion suspended on a threshold of perfection, moaning and groaning, running from the grasp of razor mediocrity. Betraying the everyday, oblivion comes, every day.