an offering of regurgitated imagery
original artwork
my eyelids open, waves of light pour beyond my lens dancing into formations of the shapes in the room, the spaciousness of this field, the pulsating light on this screen. I am only able to see a thin layer just brimming atop the surface, its heat radiates into me, I am left pondering what it is and what I am.
particles interacting within my brain, humming with frequencies that I am unable to interpret.
do I become lost in the shapes of my visions or do I shape my landscape into something more palpable?
where do I begin to feel the background's edge?