My artwork cannot help, but be a reflection of the incomprehensibility of how time exists. The feeling of dissolving into the spiderweb of time is a warning that a seizure is about to start. The onset of complex partial seizures is when my brain is at its existential best and worst. To describe the experience in words is impossible, but then a fragment of poetry or prose will grab my attention as its comparative shadow. For me, time passing is not measured by entropy but by creativity.