The art does not belong to me. It never did. What I do is conjure. The work arrives from somewhere adjacent, a frequency that sits beside the visible, and the creative process is less invention than summoning. The specters that are brought into existence carry a past knowing, a framework that fits into something that preceded the artist. Some who do not understand would call it weird. I call it tapping into the art reality, a place where explanation is irrelevant and only action holds weight.

The work has a hyper-mediated, surreal existence that is only ever present through experience or its documented trace. There is no capital picture. There is no shop. You cannot take it home. It lives in the immaterial.

I work within the institutions where art is categorised and where audiences exchange their attention for something they hope will move them. But the exchange is asymmetric. The work enters the room and then refuses to leave with anyone. It stays. It belongs to the gap. The lacuna of observation, the space where metaphysical quantum paradox sits in non-structured language, where meaning forms and dissolves before it can be pinned.

The posture is Marxist in temperament. Late stage dysfunction. A death drive where I was a catalyst waiting to be born inside the creative machine. Production is like mining, and the conversations are with those who do not exist. The ghost in the machine. The indigenous ancestry that is identified not by preserving what was handed down but by deleting, destroying, and deconstructing the current narratives that were built over the top of it.

The stance is somewhat stoic, somewhat cynic. It engages capital structures in a black market economy of ideas. It explains the unruled. It decolonises the word decolonise. It unravels. The "un" is placed forward. And exploitation exists. This is not denied. It is named, sat with, worked through.

Para-artistic means: beside art. Not inside it, not outside it, but in the parallel corridor where the lights flicker and the floor plan does not match the building. Methodological means: there is a system, but the system was designed by someone who does not trust systems. Framework means: the structure exists so that it can be broken. The framework is the breaking.

The paranormal is just the normal that has not yet been categorised. The work is the act of categorisation failing in real time, publicly, in a room full of people who came to watch. Every reload of this page generates a new version. The text cycles. The fragments shift between languages. The glitches breathe. The canvas degrades. Nothing here is stable and nothing here pretends to be. This is the para-artistic methodological framework in operation. You are inside it now.