Floating Eye With Hands

Reality and fiction are constantly intertwined. You only need to see something for a chain of associations to be evoked. Thoughts about the past, the future, things you’ve seen. The present doesn’t exist without all these interventions.
Before you know it, you lose yourself, lose your sense of permanence.

It’s easy to experience yourself as a phantom, as a floating eye with hands. But making and realizing something that is important to you by moving an inner image from your parallel world outward is so incredibly affirming. The feeling that you actually occupy a place in this world. I think that’s one of our deepest desires. Being visually seen is only part of it.

Making a painting is an act of placing a (constantly changing) image outside yourself. It also creates a space where you can meet others. Others can enter this space and make their own translation. It is a place where overlap and recognition can be found.
It removes isolation, in a way that words cannot. It isn’t merely about sending and receiving.