Kaz is a triply-confused citizen, living near the Mediterranean Sea, after becoming a Texas expatriate of Lebanese & French tumbling and rumbling. A code cruncher, scripty scripter, bike powered nerd of undeniable empathy and metaphorical rage, he circumnavigates around minimalist design and midcentury modernity, intrigued by retro-futurism he relates to deeply: it holds the answers of yesterday’s tomorrow, hopeful yet naive and lost. Are you future oriented? He is, to a fault. Time for some now-ness, now. He’s elated when gazing in nature found textures & patterns as much as into numerically controlled machinery, wood shavings, bread knots, or even dirt pots. They’re all maps to something. Maps are on his radar (see what he did there?). Maps and doodles and code on dressy desktops, naps and noodles and rugbrød on messy desk tops. Kaz is a little bit of everything, and a whole lot of something.
Kaz hopes to find what he is looking for in Susak, which, most definitely, means that he won’t, and that’s the point of it all, isn’t it?
Having recently run into a treasure trove of old maps and books and a perceived notion of free time, food and friendship have then sealed his fate into a new found jungle of possibilities. Mapping the unknown, finding the genus locii of made up places or desirable faces, mixing and matching wordsmithing, coding, and remixing cultures and languages, Kaz hopes to find what he is looking for in Susak, which, most definitely, means that he won’t, and that’s the point of it all, isn’t it? Think of him as a audio broadcast of a written note left by one that knows that he knows, but forgot how to explain it. And, that hair, it should have it’s own area code. Let’s have another pie à la mode, shall we? . . . transmission lost . . .