​Gabriel J. Shuldiner**

The silence is the crack, and I am soothed by the cracks all around me; by that [negative] space... 
Glitch, error, page not found, nothing and void: those seemingly accidental sounds, spaces and moments... Black holes, evil, darkness and love... Combining elements of minimalism and punk attitude, the idea is to (re)mix (un)matchable elements, slash boundaries and create [beautiful] tension between opposites...
A sort of 'post_postmodern post_medium post_apocalyptic existential zen meditation, at times deceptively sardonic cynical and nihilistic.’ 
The distortion of context and matter: layers and layers of information seen and (un)seen...Beyond conditioned habits of perception, thought, speech, and din. The other side of disruption: ‘where quantum mechanics become spiritual and meanings and classifications dissolve. black as an undefined signifier, multi_coded metaphor and paradoxical koan of [absolute] nothingness.’ 
From disorder comes order, from chaos: calm. like dreams, illusions, bubbles and shadows, my work falls somewhere between the minimal, abstract, conceptual and absurd... I remain fueled by the ironic and powered by black: the most mysterious, powerful and misunderstood [non]color...