SIERRALTA

I am a student of my own thoughts. Words, sentences, sketches and motions stencil my sight as I go about my day. A black Moleskine notepad is always at my side to soak up my scribbles and ideologies. Contrary to urban myth, I bought TiVo to record commercials. On weekends, I pick out several identical flyers from South Beach sidewalks to be studied by future generations. I construct complicated arguments and analogies from prime time, 30-second spots. I flip through ads, not articles, in... more…

I am a student of my own thoughts. Words, sentences, sketches and motions stencil my sight as I go about my day. A black Moleskine notepad is always at my side to soak up my scribbles and ideologies. Contrary to urban myth, I bought TiVo to record commercials. On weekends, I pick out several identical flyers from South Beach sidewalks to be studied by future generations. I construct complicated arguments and analogies from prime time, 30-second spots. I flip through ads, not articles, in magazines prior to purchasing. I feel anxious and excited, nervous and flushed when I come across my favorite billboards around town. I elbow those next to me to make sure they see them.

Ideas so strong that they knock me out of this world pulsate through my mind dozens of times a day. They continue into the night. Random shreds of paper and envelopes swoon as I sketch layouts with goals of someday causing a smirk, a giggle or a gaze. I wish to evoke all of these emotions and more. I want to discover more emotions as I go. Stop people where they stand and make a connection among the clutter. Leave them with a message a midst countless stutters collapse »