I'm interested in text and image as a performative gesture. The text elicits sentiment through cadence, alliteration, rhythm. The pastiche of literary antecedents conjures an index of references; it's about mood. But ultimately the momentum is thwarted, the exercise futile. Words chafe against lofty intentions; images fail to conjure the majesty of their idyllic status, fail to assert themselves beyond the hackneyed. While a texture of cynicism lives in the work, they are sincere. They desire to elicit a sentiment, nostalgia, an emotive moment. They confront the difficulty of searching for meaning with the forgone understanding that none is available.