My time...
Pandemic idleness. I thought of nothingness, of fright, and what occupied me, fell silent.
Like a cry from Munch, the intuition, embedded in the soul and soothed by distractions in days gone by, fled out of the way. I needed the chest, the disposition, the organization and the opportunity.
The uncertainties, of so many, in a world riddled with disease, instability, hypocrisy, ideology, inequality, hunger, misinformation, insanity, corruption, wars, demagoguery, lies and incompetence added to the lack of work, empathy, dignity, values, understanding , respect, love, patience and air, deceive the beauty of intention.
My time... return where, where, for how much, why?
Movement! Not fooling myself in erratic projects, situations and people is part of this story that is not new but awakens.
Produced in Paper Mache, acrylic painting, sand, cement and wood.
