Ouroboros

I created Ouroboros as a writing series. Like the series of a painter the theme is continually restated in interconnected ways. It successfully allows the artist to convey more than a singular piece ever could. It is a glimpse into the artist's path and demonstrates the journey as their voice becomes stronger, grounded, and more finely nuanced.

The symbol of the Ouroboros is a serpent biting its tail, an expression of unity between all things. It is based on the idea that while things perpetually change form they never disappear. As humans we are uncomfortable with an eternal cycle of shifting baselines, destruction, and re-creation.  In response we apply time to experience as a type of adhesive to comfort ourselves in the face of irreducible complexity.

I am fascinated with the way stories are used to create a narrative sequence of events. It permeates every culture. It is central to how people craft a sense of morality, claim purpose, and inhabit space. The functionality of narrative is inexorably bound to language, translation, and literature. Each reflects the opacity of the world but instead of imparting a sense of despondency they elicit a desire to search. It is this search for a way of explaining things not contingent on time that is at the heart of this series.

Narrating Chaos- how the self searches for meaning and truth

Everyone interprets their experiences moment to moment. It happens so quickly we rarely notice what we are doing. As human beings it is natural to desire explanations for the unfolding of events. We crave a structure for our personal histories, so we impose the concept of plot on sets of facts. Frank Kermode, one of Britain’s foremost Literary Critics, was fascinated with the human need to make sense of history. In his book The Genesis of Secrecy, he explores the problematic roles of narrative

Structure and Content- Diachronic Tessellations

The access literature provides to time and place is fenced in by the limitations of language- that of the reader, the writer, and the nature of language itself. The more we learn about language the more we begin notice there is something strange going on. There is a forgetting and a remembering, a tessellation of knowledge. Literature is a way of imparting the drama of the search for truth, a way to communicate that which has been lost. Authors like Italo Calvino, Umberto Eco, and Daniel Heller

The Un-Autobiography of Annie Ernaux

The common autobiography offers readers the reward of answers gleaned through examining the life experiences of an individual, but Annie Ernaux’s The Years, is not interested in providing answers and rather in asking questions. Where representational books serve up stories as sources for wisdom searching books offer questions that sprout additional questions. This never-ending web of connected possibilities are simultaneously exciting and excruciating. Unlike the lessons in wisdom provided by