Alexandru Marius Săcui is a self taught artist and animator with a graphic design degree, mural painting and digital illustration experience. He lives in Georgia with his family and garden. Around 2000, Al Sacui invented Nosepilot. He is a survivor of a half year workplace gaslighting campaign.

Some dreams remain mysteries. Some, despite convoluted story and out of place references, cannot help but elicit a new way of seeing the world. Some dreams seem to be wild orchestrations devised to punchline deliver an important message.

I can tell you from exquisite experience that a person can live life blindly. A person can walk around gathering puzzle pieces of information without synthesizing the observations into a conclusion. Even when putting the puzzle pieces together would be crucial.

It seems to me that from birth a person is immersed in a world which it doesn't understand. Life is a process of figuring things out. Many explanations from Santa Claus onward are accepted prematurely. Believed from a world ready with many contradictory stories.

Dreams seem to be a machine which can calculate loose ends and offer results in competition to known storylines. Dream seems to be creative play. Dream seems to play with the cards it has at its disposal. Memories.

My art appears to be a replica of dream work. Also, a continuation. I tend to begin with no endpoint goal. I combine random ingredients. As the process continues, meaning begins to emerge. Some results appear mysterious only to show themselves as insightful years later. Sometimes, I find a goal at some point and stay on target.

Inspiration is a process of calling on the dreamweaver. Listening for answers. Inspirations are worked on. Worked with. There is a listening process for further guidance. My hypothesis is that the dreammachine itself, like the artist, is not all knowing. The dream mechanism calculates as it can with the information it is given. It can be steps ahead of the dreamer but it is also itself in a process of search. There is a lot of information to digest. I will go so far as giving the dream machine the benefit of the doubt that it has synthesized mountains of information to the artist's molehills. When results come out equally strong while at the same time contradictory, and many times false, I conclude that dreams are calculations in progress. As is my art.

I acknowledge my limitations of reason. I believe my source of inspiration to be clever but not infallible. It is delightful to believe cute stories. There has always been a fog of socially accepted delusion. I play ball with this in mind.