Dissonance had torn a glitch in the fabric of reality. The stories I'd been told about it had worn thin and become transparent like a veil. Competing ideas and direct experience had also been stacking-up against it until eventually the whole thing slipped into flux under pressure of the ether. The integrity of the reality I'd known had been compromised and within it the day "today" felt more like someone elses yesterday.
I was treading water and looking for something to salvage. Neil Young was singing "any girl in the world could have easily known me better"––It was Mr Soul. I heard Old Man and then Dylan vouched "It's alright Ma"––I was only bleeding.
It was a slog and took double-ages but eventually I'd pulled together a framework that was fluid and true enough to support my own mutable understandings about what was going on––and I began stretching them out over the top.
The paintings below came out of that process and from learning to trust myself again to follow my own curiosity. Turning on, tuning in, and dropping out just enough that I could make space to play around in – physically and mentally – as I'd been able to do before. These scenes grabbed my attention in that space and I took photos of them on my phone. Painting them later made me feel good so I kept doing it. I don't know where it's going, but I'm learning to lay down and go with it. It's led me here so far and for whatever reason, you're here too. Maybe there's something here you can relate to. Maybe there isn't. You'll choose how you see it.