Layering sediment
layer upon layer of colourful sediment to cover the linguistic venom that somehow persists
detestful untruths
Your core beliefs, no matter how untrue, seem to be a tale that is torturous to unweave.
layering colourful sedement
rewriting your narrative, covering the past in long lasting sediment, now becomes an action of defiance
head
The detestable, venomous untruths that infiltrate my mind once released, required appropritate destruction. There remains some truth to them, some auditory presence as long as they are legible.
heart
Apparently deeply held beliefs. Core un-truths that seem to run my existence. How can such a vile, toxic monologue have invaded my being. I am not this person.
hands
An old, dried out, chunky posca- perfect for scrawling out such evil. Then laid out across the floor, faced, confronted before succumbing to layer upon layer of splattered colour. Each colour bringing with it a cathartic action of release. Some exaggeratedly hateful, others floating with excitable giggles, yet more with the focus on force of motion - getting RID OF THEM. Covering them, repeatedly telling the world they are not true, they are lies.
remaking shapes
Reconstruction of your own story. Remaking your basecamp, the solid place to take teach step forward from.
textured presence
Reconstruction, tessellation of the remnants to resettle
3D/2D
No matter how bumpy the path, it’ has it’s silver sparkles - glimmers of joy.