I am hung on a high rafter,
waiting for a flesh chauffer to bring my faux fur brain into a
geometry class's lesson booklet.
LOOPING
I've learned that i'm not a victim to habits and formulas, but just fascinated by them. Patterns, signs, symbols, maps, tables, they all equate something which i cannot understand, place into proper english (or any other language for that matter) or fully grasp in any way shape or form.
I am, however, a victim to stunning perception of colour, noise, body language, and systematic thought processes. (which can be classified as a pattern)
a translucent green hits me harder than an opaque green.
all noise has high compression, quick releases, snaps, pops, high frequency, microdecibles.
your movements when you say goodbye will mean more to me than when you say hello
& when i notice looping in my thoughts i will do my best to block it.
[ this picture is from a very long time ago & I thought it would be in my best interest to post it ]
& THE REAL STUFF HITS HARD NOW
this is art, i promise