The Veil
Original Acrylic on Birch, 30x24
Mid-quarantine I was anxious and restless and frustrated. I ran away to a tiny cabin on my grandfather’s old Kansas farm. It was a formative time, a little break from the chaos of society, and a sorting of my own internal chaos. This piece is difficult to put words to as it is about so much I have felt and experienced. Put simply, it represents the rediscovery that my thoughts are not reality. I can work with them, observe, play, but they are not me and I am not trapped.
Original Acrylic on Birch, 30x24
Mid-quarantine I was anxious and restless and frustrated. I ran away to a tiny cabin on my grandfather’s old Kansas farm. It was a formative time, a little break from the chaos of society, and a sorting of my own internal chaos. This piece is difficult to put words to as it is about so much I have felt and experienced. Put simply, it represents the rediscovery that my thoughts are not reality. I can work with them, observe, play, but they are not me and I am not trapped.
Original Acrylic on Birch, 30x24
Mid-quarantine I was anxious and restless and frustrated. I ran away to a tiny cabin on my grandfather’s old Kansas farm. It was a formative time, a little break from the chaos of society, and a sorting of my own internal chaos. This piece is difficult to put words to as it is about so much I have felt and experienced. Put simply, it represents the rediscovery that my thoughts are not reality. I can work with them, observe, play, but they are not me and I am not trapped.