“I seem to be a cross between David Lynch and Bugs Bunny.”

-Roberto Bloom

Early on, I noticed that if I made something that was about me, it would almost always strike me as mediocre at best.

In my tastes, my favorite works have usually been those where the Artist is nearly invisible. In those pieces that were autobiographical in some sense and still managed to transcend, the magical thread seemed to be the lack of attachment or the unwillingness to self-mythologize, where the purity of the idea and its execution mattered more than the Artist’s opinions or feelings.

In my experiments, I discovered that by following pure ideas and allowing them to express themselves through me, almost as though I were a neutral observer, the quality of my output radically improved.

And as it improved, I found that this compass would kick in unconsciously, so that I could press the audience’s buttons without pandering or losing the magic of the idea.

As my compass grew sharper and the ideas’ voices grew clearer and more comfortable taking center stage, my execution changed from “sweating, cursing, and hoping” to a mode of highly focused and thoroughly charged, gentle and loose play.

The present moment became my temple, creative process became my religion, and imagination became my goddess. Art (regardless of medium or platform) then became my good, holy works. And I grew to realize my role as a high priest.