Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Your lips touch the familiar ceramic rim, as hot liquid rushes down your oesophagus and warms your aching limbs. You close your eyes in an attempt to extinguish the embers of consciousness, to sooth the dull burning of exhaustion. All is still in the room, as the silence embraces your body; but still synapses crackle and spark behind your eyes. This is going to be a long night.
You feel paralysis, like being conscious on an operating table. These sheets become your shackles, with your mind whirring in panic, but your body is aching and lifeless, unable to respond.
The darkness dissolves around a branching form, and the ground drops away into infinity. You are suspended above the canopy of dreams, a plethora of swirling images and sounds.
Behind your eyelids, the day’s events play themselves over and over like a familiar movie stuck on loop. Reality dissolves and distorts into a flickering phantasmagoria of feathers and mountains, hot and cold, soft and hard.
A distant seagull’s gabble marks the birth of a new day as light trickles over your face and washes away the fragile construct of unconsciousness.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
To convey the concept of 'overflowing' out of my room, I was thinking of adding wires or thread to criss cross around the objects that seem to be protruding out to show a barrier being broken. I have yet to push out the heel and chair out of the balsa wood and line up one side of the wall with old photos hidden behind strands of jewellry and torn wall paper.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
I still need to figure out what illusion to print out for my model.
I am going to build the easel and mirror a bit later. (would be nice to buy an intricate, small painting frame)