my
relentless
pursuit
Concrete Chose Me
I didn’t grow up with concrete. It found me at forty and refused to let go. What most see as a harmless gray material revealed itself as something alive. Concrete tempts, waits, and punishes. It lets you believe you’ve won, then grows teeth as it cures.
From the second water hits the mix, the clock starts devouring you. Endurance becomes the only measure. Concrete records everything: the flaw, the hesitation, the moment of weakness — all frozen forever.
Chaos is strength
Endurance → unexpected gift
Concrete is an animal of dual nature. No mercy. No sympathy. Every mistake is permanent.
Yet endurance reveals what force cannot.
In fractures, in voids, in shadows, it leaves behind unexpected gifts.
What others call flaws, I see as signs.
Endurance → unexpected.
Chaos is flawed
Why I Create Chaos
I chase chaos on purpose. I compress the scale of massive pours into singular works, building disorder at a microscopic level.
Heat, cold, humidity, exhaustion — these aren’t obstacles. They are variables. I let them shape the outcome. I welcome sleep deprivation, because it breaks down the walls of routine. In that altered state, I see possibilities I’d miss otherwise.
I rewind every cast in my head, retracing each move, each shift, each hidden flaw. This is how I learn to repeat the unrepeatable.
Flawed is beauty
The Concrete Anomaly
To most, concrete is utility — gray, uniform, predictable. To me, it is alive: ruthless, cunning, endlessly rewarding.
Every Anomaly piece holds that duality — chaos and control, flaw and perfection, permanence and transformation.
Concrete rewards the ones who endure.
Concrete endures. Art distorts. The Anomaly emerges.
The Relentless Pursuit
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