I make art for the same reason I microwave fish in the office breakroom. Causing disgust. Making your face scrunch up in revulsion. Maybe you'll cry a little, and I will extend my tongue, lizard like, to collect your tears. My practice is rooted in doikayt, the here and now, on the Miwok & Nisenan land known as "the greater Sacramento area," in the dusty places near chain link borders where plants push through broken concrete to grow purple flowers.