In this piece, I explore my longtime struggle with control. I conduct a highly routinized, highly planned, highly mechanized daily existence. I fear unproductivity. But alas, I am not a machine, and my humanity inevitably rears its ugly head through unbridled compulsivity. And thus proceeds the self-destructive cycle of maintaining control, losing it, and the ever-intensifying struggle to recapture it.

The looser abstract elements represent the infinitely complex currents of life; they ultimately elude the hands’ grasp, representing the impossibility of control. I employ a monochromatic palette to convey the inextricability of subject and object.