An artwork I made for a Tafe exhibition, below the pictures is the text written on the work.
Between the Houses and the Stop Signs
When I paint, I am alone, I am free. Free from what lies outside my doorstep. Stuck in a world where only I exist I make the rules. Life is how I planned it, life is not real anymore. Reaching for things becomes easier; being anonymous with a dream becomes important. It's about the way I hold the dream, how tightly I cling to it, if I cling to it at all. Or do I let it sail away into the breeze, free to find its way back to me when I’m ready for it.
The people have no face but they know who I am, they know what I want and they show me how to get it. They hide with me when it's dark; they become part of my shadow. They are the parts of me I choose to ignore when I am not here. They are the inner voices too afraid to speak up around the others. They feel insignificant in the real world, they feel little. In this world they are bigger than they could ever dream of, big enough to cast shadows onto the land, big enough to chase big things and catch them. When I am here I hold them tightly, they need love, they need someone to tell them that what they are thinking is important. They are here to show me what I don't want to see, what I can't see.
In every moment I spend in this world the light bulb shines brightly, the clouds throw down ropes instructing me to climb up them and the people hold out elongated arms and welcome you into a reality that is far more real than anything I’d find outside of my room. The shadows here aren't cold and burgeoning, they walk with me, they don't loom like a heavy weight over my head, they hold me up so I can see properly, carefully guiding me through the darkness so I don't stumble.
When I stop painting I am awakened to a world where I have restricted what I want, where I have disregarded something more and settled with what it's going to be. I watch the dream float away from my grasp as I accept that it will never be mine to hold, to live. When I close my eyes I see the Dream Chasers, they smile and wave, waiting for me to join them on their quest. The sky blue walls are littered with dream clouds waiting for my realisation that has yet to come.
The text seems poorly written now, and a bit lame, but the idea was there and it's a nice reminder of who I used to be.
The people have no face but they know who I am, they know what I want and they show me how to get it. They hide with me when it's dark; they become part of my shadow. They are the parts of me I choose to ignore when I am not here. They are the inner voices too afraid to speak up around the others. They feel insignificant in the real world, they feel little. In this world they are bigger than they could ever dream of, big enough to cast shadows onto the land, big enough to chase big things and catch them. When I am here I hold them tightly, they need love, they need someone to tell them that what they are thinking is important. They are here to show me what I don't want to see, what I can't see.
In every moment I spend in this world the light bulb shines brightly, the clouds throw down ropes instructing me to climb up them and the people hold out elongated arms and welcome you into a reality that is far more real than anything I’d find outside of my room. The shadows here aren't cold and burgeoning, they walk with me, they don't loom like a heavy weight over my head, they hold me up so I can see properly, carefully guiding me through the darkness so I don't stumble.
When I stop painting I am awakened to a world where I have restricted what I want, where I have disregarded something more and settled with what it's going to be. I watch the dream float away from my grasp as I accept that it will never be mine to hold, to live. When I close my eyes I see the Dream Chasers, they smile and wave, waiting for me to join them on their quest. The sky blue walls are littered with dream clouds waiting for my realisation that has yet to come.
The text seems poorly written now, and a bit lame, but the idea was there and it's a nice reminder of who I used to be.
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