the texture of thoughts
For those who journey into the frontier of expression, who choose to explore that which has its unique roots unto them. Who call into the depths and ask for what is known, they who piece together the familiar texture of thoughts. For those who strive for an overall goal for humanity in reality. The cracks of light that shine through the unconscious are most important, they come in a variety of messages, some obvious, others have a certain way of reading into. The will to allude to Mother Ocean and to create light that breaks the waves will be the forefront of all intention, yet some are blind to its will. Grace the reaches far into understanding and smothers ones pride and humility into everything else. The reality that Mother Ocean has dried up, there are those who have collected their stream with all its inhabitants, they keep it fresh in whatever light they choose, they drag their ship across the desert in the hope that one day, the thirst for life will be quenched, they hope that their journey shall succeed. Humanity could relinquish their vessels into a fleet and stream into Mother Ocean, her presence could grace herself upon us once again. In this reality, all would flow into one another.
As a child, there was a point where something in my sight changed; I felt I could not see and feel in the same way. The feeling of looking and connecting a sight to a certain texture in my mind vanished. I became strangely anaesthetised and my vessel was empty. I asked all whom I was close to and the answers I received were vague and unfamiliar, I could not explain or find reason to reflect on what I had experienced. I still can’t explain it completely. Now, I must regain my sight. The journey of photographing has shown me that I can call upon visions as proof; this construction of images.