Disjointed narratives.
Pop icons.
Obscurity.
Confusing space.
Automatic writing.
Layers.
The weight of mass media.
Celebrations of the stupid.
The uncomfortable relationship with art history.

I saw this Japanese anime once where an artificially-intelligent hospital bed transforms itself from a bit of leftover military programming in its subroutines into a gigantic tumbleweed of technology, subsuming everything in its path with the goal of bringing the patient in the bed back to his home so he might die in peace. I am that hospital bed. I glom together the flotsam and jetsam of a few thousand years of art. The result is drawings that, like a star about to die out, attain enough mass to almost collapse in upon themselves.