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Five years ago, I was on a trip with a friend Aaron Bean in Australia. While there, an argument that occurred between us sparked a drastic shift in my art making practice. We were driving from the Outback to a museum in Melbourne when we spotted a bird. Aaron was convinced it was a hawk while I believed it was a turkey vulture. Whichever it was, it soared so far above our heads that it only appeared as a black dot circling in an expansive blue sky. We argued for hours, working out our categorical muscles and skills in debate. By the time we reached Melbourne we were both hot headed and fatigued by the discussion. The bird was never concluded upon – we drove through Melbourne and forgot about all of this. I tell this story all the time, like it was a bad art show that I can’t shut up about.