At the age of six I read about systems of electricity and Nikola Tesla. At this time I was also curious about the demise of the RMS Titanic and the catastrophic geological processes of diamond formation. These interests evolved alongside a love of science fiction. The boundary between the scientific and the fantastic blurred in my young mind as I crouched in the corner of the family room and repeatedly placed hairpins into an outlet. My intention was to collect the sound generated by currents on my brother’s Panasonic cassette recorder. I had a sense that the rubber tip would function as an insulator and fortunately steel has low relative conductivity. I was taken with the process of creation and its abrupt subsequent absence. Sound and then silence. I had then and still possess an insatiable desire to harness and examine chaos.