The scribbly crumpled scrap of my younger years began to evolve into cosmic narratives, otherworldly organisms and vast battlegrounds of wooly beast in a power struggle with tentacle monsters. I was nally becoming aware of the power I had over my own mind. My imagination exploded into a colorful landscape with a bright horizon. The same thing that, when left in the dark, could instantaneously leave me hopeless and alone. I know now that I have been a creator my entire life, but it took me a decade and a half to make my ability work for me. I regard every piece I produce as a small portion of myself, solidified and preserved instead of being tossed and trampled by the always swaying current of conciousness. I present these bits of my brain for any viewer to appreciate, hate, or contemplate, all while attempting to understand the personality i’ve left behind.
The only value we have is what we leave in our wake, My goal is to riddle mine with items that will intrigue and encourage those following behind.
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