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To inspire is to call on the juices of life to move. As powerful a feeling this is, inspiration seems to shed concrete definitions. When I am inspired by a project, I feel as though I am floating in a pool with the world flowing by. The water pulls and moves me without any solid form and flushes out the sounds and sights of the events around me. I am a perfectionist with an eye and hand for the smallest of details. As you might imagine this combination of traits leads me into adventures that are never "just right." I suppose this is a sign of an artist, but it could as easily describe my scientific nature.
I studied physics because "its hard." I have never accepted being in the dark about anything, so from my earliest explorations of amoeba to long nights under the telescope, I have never finished until I knew a little bit more. Under my easy going demeanor is an extremely competitive child filled with awe. To be truthful, I don't like people being able to do things I can't. I am a diehard underdog. From expecting to play golf well in a couple of months to matching the skill of a life long Santa Clara potter in a year, I thrive on doing things I don't know how to do.
After I have learned the basics of a new field, I decide whether I like it. I seek the challenge of learning something entirely new in my work. Although the diverging properties of learning totally new fields leads me in many directions, there do exist many "themes" or threads of thought in my studies. The unspoiled universe has always floated in the chasms of my mind as well as the simple power of growth. Call it the Yin and Yang of the stagnation of static existence, and the beauty of the changing world.
I love to play the immediate and now against old age and solitude. Most of this interaction of ideas is not a surfaced and coherent thought. While I create, little flows through my conscious mind. The turnings of my philosophies and realities bleed into my fingertips as I mold and shape the materials of my projects.
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