What’s the point in being creative? Swipe. How are you going to make money? Tap. How am I going to make money? Pause. What are you going to do with yourself? Fill. Should I be working for uncle Jim? Dissonance. Why do you like Flies? Talk. Why do you do this to yourself? Overload. Makeshift. Boxes of junk. Rethink. Natural instinct. Conscious descisions. Product: personality.
Using an iPad to paint music isn’t the conventional way to produce art. I am controlled. (the non-humans, underdogs!) I am being: controlled. I’m wondering about my motives, and so are my grandparents. Am I harmful to society? To see from under the skin: whilst I upload another macro shot of a horny insect, then lending a hand. The sounds I create: I am. So intense was the work rate, indulged at my own discomfort for a sake beyond just my satisfaction. It’s called SCRAP. I’m keeping it underground, we’re designing shows for the city rats as a muffled cry out for imperfection. We all make sounds, I make tracks.