- Below is a collection of thoughts I frantically wrote down one evening which summarize the ideas circulating in my head that were the basis and foundation of the songs I have chosen for “Peacemaker”.

perhaps relevant and irrelevant -

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I wrote these songs during a three year span of varying levels of solitude. Alone, but in the presence of others. It was dour, lush, empty and satisfying… I started to join together loneliness and vehemence and could not differentiate the two, or believe to think of them as two separate feelings.

I remember taking walks in my neighborhood and everything was heightened. No distractions, nothing altered. everything was being bared to me and me to it.
Loss of ambiguity. (Veil lifted)

- image/idea of triangle became thematic, wanted to escape this

obsessive relationship with alignment / objects+thoughts being single file, a linear segment

yet possessing circularity ?
Can a triangle posses circularity?

I wanted something straightforward (line)
I had only impetuosity; Erratic, fat improvisation. (triangle)

I was craving something classical, some poise and professionalism. but I started wondering, if my life was a line, rather than a triangle, would it have volume? Would there be something filling the inside? Can something with two points have volume? What can it hold? Then I became thoughtful of space in general. Space around me, physically, nonphysically, how it can become warped, depending- and immediately lose a sense of structure (linear). I wanted to see a clear space ahead, I was curious what it would look like. What object would I have to move in order to create the space I needed to consistently see the world around me, lucid and un-warped? What would the object look like that I needed to move? what were the factors ? what would the space look like when cleared?

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These songs are imprecise in creation, spontaneous and impulsive. I only need just a moment to make these songs. It makes me feel weak and a bit lazy, but it also makes me feel spiritual, powerful. It makes me think of space moving inside of my brain, fitting into nothing. I wanted to challenge myself to make peace with the compulsion for spontaneity - a challenge for myself to attain the unequivocal - the hardest challenge: the straightforward. i treat myself to ambiguity every day - everyday I want something different. murmuring accuracy. I imitate the literary. I scratch around for precision, but end up giving in to the triangle