I fall into a line of phantasmatic or hallucinatory writers like Franz Kafka, Jorge-Luis Borges, Italo Calvino, etc. My art takes after the Vienna School of Fantastic Realists except I take it into the dark side of our traditions. My Museum of Aberrations is the universe itself a site full of strange wonders and almost infinite complexity in which we find ourselves entangled in a quantum matrix of infinite possibilities. And yet we know nothing about it except the tidbit reports of our speculative and theoretical sciences that puzzle out such things, along with the infinite aberrations of our thought, fictions, mythologies, philosophies, and metaphysics which tells us nothing about the universe and so much about ourselves. We exist in a phantasmagoria of disinformation and untruth and yet we continue to believe in it as the Truth. We tell ourselves stories in the night and entertain ourselves with fables and dreams to help us survive in a world we do not know, and which does not know us. Our art, even this ai-art has the capacity to open us to vision and let the Outside in.