I live in Seattle and like looking at things and drawing things and making new things out of other things.

I also write code to tell computers how to do things.

I think most things are very pretty.

Here’s my attempt at an artist statement: We all got lucky enough to exist, and that’s pretty spectacular, right?. And none of us have any idea what we’re doing here being humans who exist. I think that’s spectacular, too, because that confusion and terror manifests itself in the most fascinating of ways: seeking power, devotion to a religion, spiraling out of control, spreading joy, acquiring an addiction, so many expressions. The Things I make are my attempt to poke a stick at whatever the hell this Existence thing is – to celebrate it and to give a bit of grief to anyone who takes it too seriously. My personal answer to the confusion of existing is to try to spread joy or at least a laugh, because I believe kindness is the most noble of human traits. Living creatures are just the best, and I’d be thrilled to make their days even a tiny bit happier. But what do I know.