Rising Tension

(2019) Tension for Change [Mixed Media on Canvas]

When you’re about to cross the chasm – the threshold of experience – tension awaits.

Tension beckons but you can’t move forward because you’re paralysed with Fear.

Fear takes hold because for the longest time you’ve been conditioned to think that forward motion isn’t possible. The Unknown is a scary place; but you will not perish. You will survive it.

As the fog fades in the background, a light flickers in the convoluted stream of consciousness, you see a way out. The tension moves you forward.

Create tension on behalf of change.

Blackout Poetry:

Upended

Every now and then, insights arise that don’t quite jibe with the observations that came before. Such aberrations yield a more nuanced understanding of the topic and are folded into the narrative of what we know. Sometimes, though, a new discovery is so profound that it is impossible to reconcile, and knowledge must proceed in a different direction entirely.

“paradigm shifts”

the origin of life

while floating in primordial oceans.

Image above (left)

Worlds of Experience

(2019) Worlds of Experience – Revisited [Comics in Resin]

Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.

Christopher Hitchens

Art-based Storytelling

(2018) A Hedgehog On The Shattered Plains [Acrylic Paint on Canvas]

He senses treachery afoot.

“To cross or not?”

As the foundations tremble beneath his feet.

The damage might yet be mitigated.

He just needs to discover.

Just. One. More. Step.

My inspiration for this painting was derived from my readings of Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive. As I read about Kaladin’s harrowing journey toward resilience and reconciliation with the self on the Shattered Plains, I felt compelled to create my version of it.

The Shattered Plains was a gripping ambience that somehow resonated.

The Hedgehog is my hero in this story: consistently, persistently, tenaciously, overcoming the tension and fear of the unknown. And without guarantee, always moving forward.

The comeback of a humble typewriter

My medium of choice.

A treasured gift from my grandmother almost a decade ago. [Triumph Adler Tippa Script, 1960]

Why use a typewriter in a digital age?

The typewriter is a creative “altar” I come to daily to process my thoughts or ideas; sometimes meditative, always therapeutic.

The Daylight Compendium, p.5 [Mixed Media]

The Manifesto (image above) reads:

We assert our right to resist the Paradigm, to rebel against the Information Regime, to escape the Data Stream.

We strike a blow for self-reliance, privacy, and coherence against dependency, surveillance, and disintegration.

We affirm the written word and written thought against multimedia, multitasking, and the meme.

We choose the real over representation, the physical over the digital, the durable over the unsustainable, the self-sufficient over the efficient.

THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TYPEWRITTEN

The Typewriter Manifesto by Richard Polt (The Typewriter Revolution)

Useful resources:

Braids of Attachment: Weaving the Tie that Binds

A Reflection on Attachment, Art & the Therapeutic Alliance

The Daylight Compendium, p.4. [Mixed Media]

Useful Reading:

The Power of Dream Work

I had a vivid dream once, and it went like this [caution – gory content ahead]:

It’s 2017. I died.

I’m walking through a parade; a throng of people walking in unison to the festive beat along a new-orleans-esque street. A sudden dread welled up through my sternum and permeated every cell of my being. “Run”, it said. “Turn back and run. You are in imminent danger!”

With a heavy heart and bated breath, I turned to walk in the opposite direction – against the rhythm of the masses. The sense of panic intensified and as my eyes swiftly darted from left to right, I knew this night would end in my demise. As if to fulfill such prophesy, I immediately encountered my masked assailant as he took a knife to my throat and slid it open. Blood trickled down my neck and warmed my chest. I screamed to no avail and only managed to collapse into a helpless heap as my life force slowly drained out of me.

Upon waking, and getting over the initial shock, I was confused but mainly curious. Then I went and painted this:

(2017) Death [Acrylic Paint on Canvas]

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Leonardo da Vinci

Through the process of painting an embodied image of my dream, it brought to my awareness the parts of me – the beloved defense, the old and loyal friend, the familiar protector – that I had to let go. Or let die. Towards change for the better.