From the most fecund of shit Life's dynamic leaps!  That which is pregnant with meaning hides in the mundane until released by the imagination.  My intrusion into "Art" is a lo-fi, whisper into the cacophony of consumer glitz, a twisted, meandering song of personal revelation, a shove from a non-quantized savage.  My tech is low, my passion high, the result-madness.  If one listens these songs may detangle and open or they may inmesh one in a bramble of sonic thorns.  
Sound Painting: I first heard of this notion from Brian Eno.  It sums up my attempts at music.  I am not as much about music as I am about sound.  I borrow from musical forms, I steal from the flavor of music, I build musical structures only to tear them down.  From the rubble I build another song-I cannot help myself.  Hephaestus' shield is no digital expression thus I sing in this medium only in simulation-nothing real gets to Soundcloud.

Yawning Chaos