Michael Zauner’s Statement
The muse likes to visit me when I'm weary, calm and almost asleep. She then cuts my brain and drips salty ideas into the fresh wound.
I later take the boiling, gelatinous mass out of the corroded opening and craft flat images, one by one, holding them in the heavens like flags on a pole charged with lightning. Hopefully they'll inflict damage of some sort... pleasurable, unforgettable damage.
Most of the time I sit in front of the computer like a naked monkey, clicking and drawing, sometimes scratching myself in places. And I love it!