As with any movement of which its title and ideological thrust is foisted unwittingly and often unwarrantedly upon its supposed members, the Theater of the Absurd is as awkward and uneasy a fit for Eugène Ionesco's literary and artistic endeavors as they are for Samuel Beckett or Jean Genet

I am an interdisciplinary artist focusing on memory, time, and poetry. Currently I am engaged in several ongoing projects which map my personal history with a grander aim to tap into a collective stream of desires, ambitions, emotions, and fantasies.

For five years now I have been designin