Begin, Nathan Franklin Pickerell

I separate every visual thing in existence as either synthetic/human made or natural/as it appears. Perfection plagues science and spirituality, but not nature. I can try to make a perfect sphere but will never succeed, as on the atomic levels things are always moving and vibrating. In this life, perfection is the slot machine winner of random events that converge to make an occasion really special. This is the debut of my answer to the dissociated perception of our existence, away from the existence we created versus the existence we inhabit, towards a practice which equally values our creations and our position.