concerned with labor, deconstructing the mechanical metaphors of the biological substrate and all of its inherent nested psycho-somatic layers. My history is of work, while trying to work as little as possible. I've been asking myself "who am I" forever, with scarcely a decent answer after 33 yeas - no! Not true! I have many answers that seam reasonable but incompatible. I've invested in history, in the continuation of ideas and their manifestation in materials, the institutions which house them, the dialogue which supports them. I'm not outside frolicking in nature, gathering from direct experience, but rather comparmentalized within a labyrinth - who is the designer? I aim to become the designer, to understand the intricacies of the phenomenological catacombs, to feel the tongue snapping against the upper palettes of my jaw.