An unreliable inventory of things seen / iffy Wisdom
I think
something
looked back.
Paintings, portraits, other places, and the occasional signal that refused to stay still.
Another room / 25 works to walk amongEnter the 3D gallery ↗The familiar is acting strange
Transmission interrupted / different angels
Each one sees
different things.
What stands before us is the result of a collective dream.
In my sleep
I dream of different angels
guiding me
to build what I want to see.
piece by piece ↝ a new reality ↝ a way to choose ↝ what point of view I see
A figure wanders out of frame
Another transmission / Astral
A lid.
A super soaker.
Then the image comes apart.
Astral got a lid and a super soaker / moving image with sound
The signal keeps changing shape
A note left in the room
I keep coming back
to faces.

A face can be a person, a mask, a landscape, or a place something is trying to get out of.
I like the moment when recognition gets a little unreliable. The colors go somewhere they shouldn’t. A figure almost holds together. Something tender looks alarming, or something alarming turns out to be lonely.
Paint, pixels, marks, fragments. I make something, take it apart, and see what starts looking back.
You don’t have to solve it. Stay long enough to notice what you see.
