I'm back in my studio now. I'm making the thing and wondering. What is all of this.
All of this is everything and nothing. It is messy and it is experiment. It's waiting and it is wondering. It is magic and is nature. It is mistakes and it is purpose. It is everything. There is God in there.
And to think that all of this didn't mean anything. I'm doing it and it is coming from somewhere inside. It is yesterday when a stranger yelled at me. It's a moment with friends where I looked around and saw there smiling faces laughing and enjoying themselves. It is a moment of solitude lying in bed, weeping at loneliness. It's a moment alone in the quiet of an unfamiliar place. It is a reaction, it is an interaction, it is a transaction. Desolate yet alive.
It is my experience but it is yours too. We aren't far off, you and I. We have a heart in our chest, and feet on the ground. Look at it and tell me how do you feel now?
The energy between you and I and our surroundings can be so ignored and invisible. No one takes the time to analyze the types of energy that happens. Can we take even the simplest moments and make them last.
Drips resemble veins interconnecting. They feel like life on the surface. The salt feels permanent yet fragile. I think of preserving the moment and making it last. Everything is so precarious. Careful, now.
I think that these paintings are dark for a reason. The darkness reveals the light. The eye has to see both to decipher.