Juxtaposed against the ceaseless grind of everyday life, are the uncertainties that surprise, delight, horrify and kill us. You know what I’m talking about. Days after days of predictable episodes become routines washing over us as bright noise. Suddenly, without cause or question, we’re met by disruptions that thump us, and shatter our calm.

Since we are incapable of expecting the unexpected, rationality escapes our control, and an impenetrable cloak of chaos wraps us up, tight. We cannot distinguish what is normal, the theme or the variation. Leaving us with the unanswerable question, “what’s next?”

Woven into decades of repetition are the ambiguous, yet inevitable quirks that make existence such a wild ride. Just beyond “what’s for dinner?”, lurk cosmic tripping points, where we glimpse our purpose, and are given hints as to the absurdity of life. Things like: “will he propose?”, “what is this?”, “what did you just say?”, “what just happened?”, “how did we get here?”, and the mythic, “no way!”.

These interruptions are poetic affirmations of how shockingly surreal life can be, and how, beyond our solipsistic frame of reference, lies a trove of shocks, astonishments, disturbances and continuous spiritual turbulence.  

When asked “what do you want?” I inevitably ask for anchovies. The smoky, salty, sturdy fish taste adds a enigmatic zing to whatever I am eating. So. Why not add anchovies to everything? Art, song, romance, and pain - all taste better with anchovies.

Like picking a seed from between your teeth, comprehension has been transfigured from dignified philosophy to watchful maintenance. We attempt to ignore that which fuses what we know, and what it is impossible to understand. But sure enough, the shock of uncertainty returns.

With Anchovies is an exploratory exploitation that fragments our illusion of normality, using an insistent questioning of how “real” our lives seem, while in fact they are bat shit crazy.