The world is, and we are designed to analyze it in ways that baffle the most advanced digital computational systems we can devise. Blur it, average it, dice it, compress it, and the mind still gleans some sort of information from the inputs it is provided. This talent goes beyond the simple drives of eat, sleep, sex; it allows us to devise our own worlds, our own scales and our own representations.

I want the viewer to engage that process, revel in that process: this simple animal can take its primate hands and draw an alphabet, a map, or a blueprint. It can create a pot, a house, or a hydroelectric dam. Is data cold, hard, concrete? Of course it is, as are all raw materials. No one looks at the Pieta and complains of the inhumanity of the stone. No one gazes at a Rembrandt and shudders at the slickness of the glazing. But where did these things come from? From the data within, and the human desire to engage it.