Octopus on the Playground: The Appropriation of Public Space is a concept book. It is bound in a traditional buttonhole stitch, and is made of hand-dyed and bleached, recycled newspaper. Aside from the title and the characterization of the title, the backgrounds are borrowed from contemporary album artwork.
always is, anyway. Whether you read your writing, and see books you've read in it, or maybe it's conversations you had, or lyrics you hear all the time, the sentiments are preserved in the memory of what's important to the individual. My personal goal is to refine it until it seems, or actually becomes, original. 
Perhaps as result of culture or time, I feel at a loss for an effective means of communicating... my age, my place, or just the fact that history repeats itself as long as no one is paying close enough attention to notice. Let's get caught up in the awkward interactions, and the inability to follow the unspoken rules of social grace; forget the rest. I am communicating in this age of digital communication where I feel caught off guard more often than not. I want to take my time. I want you to be comfortable until I'm bored. I want closeness; I want you to dictate my influence on you, in your own time and space. You are not part of my world, but you are an influence on it. This truth is open to the interpretation of your personal reality.
he act of making and craft isn’t often associated with intelligence unless you’re really good at it- ahead of your time good at it. You pick the next big concept before people even start thinking about it. Like the impressionists, cubists, or Dadaists. That’s not why I make books. I probably make books because I like to read, and I want to write. Sometimes I can sneak writing into the process, without being too harshly critiqued on content… like the post-modernists. At least you know it’s a book when I’m finished with it, but maybe if you didn’t you’d think I was smarter than you are. Then you’d read my Blog…
