This piece is about absorption, identity, and uncertainty. There has been a lot of physical and mental struggle going on for me lately.
Especially when it comes to creating. I feel as if I'm about to be absorbed into something unfamiliar and strange. Maybe that's just a redefinition of character, but that concerns me because I've always felt a strong sense of self. It's frightening.
How I make art is affected, currrently I'm not able to bring things into completion due to how it makes me feel physically.
I've been trying to make pieces that seem to take my mind to cliffs. I'm worried if I go past those boundaries I fear I may not be able to create anything. It's a new and bizarre feeling to me. It's restricting. But I'm still trying to make things. (A lot of good ideas have to get set aside or tossed out.)
This piece is trying to capture some of that essence of not knowing what's next on a journey. I have many really dope stories I'd like to tell. Especially some from my own life. But just like any journey I have to see where the next step leads. In the past hard times has lead to good work from me. I desire to reach stable ground so I can make freely again.