Hearts are addictive. Even as dust, we crave, we desire. We seek distinction, and we find safety in our sameness. All of which propels the drive to create.
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell myself as I delete another file, trash a painting, or tear a sketch. There is no proof of knowledge gained by these moments stacked atop the last. The future holds the fruits of our labors delicately close but never out of sight.
Made by a human. Photography of random occuring television glitch, then digitally manipulated in the Adobe Creative Cloud ecosystem.
Created using digital photography, painted over graphically, cut-and-pasted, and manipulated into the trope of a journey through night. Imagery of trailing light, checker-board windows, trees, and roots appear among blurred fog and debris to create these chaotic environments. Seething with kinetic energy, perpetuating its course as it collides with others.