I spent a year on a sculpture about change and evolution, the wheel of life and fortune, and yet, I have realized that I have not truly accepted or understood the meaning of those things in my own life. I did not take to heart, the message of my own efforts; I understood it physically and spiritually, in theory, but not in fact. I externalized it in a sculpture, but I did not absorb it into myself.

Change occurs; there are cycles and paths and journeys, and they are transformative. However, there is another type of change, which is total and complete, from which nothing follows. It is apocalypse. It is the exploded house. It is death.