Acrylic, rose pigment, and gold leaf on canvas
2024
177.8 x 116.8 cm; 70 x 46 in.
A reflection on self-politics and the weight of choice, this piece contemplates how disassociation allows us to witness our lives as a series of impermanent, converging decisions.
May I Wonder?
Mid-summer with the sun out,
It’s the cold within that made me cry out.
I wonder what made you so sure.
When I always held open the door.
Was it denial or was it sanity?
As the curtains fall, proving it was all in vanity.
I wonder what gives you purpose to stay this true,
It’s getting cold for me but not as it is for you.
I can feel the strings being pulled,
Bound by emotions, life tangoes us through.
I wonder if we can adapt to the whip.
Be submissive now but feeling so unequipped.
Flow with gravity before it crushes you down.
Pray that whatever you fear will wash away without sound.
I ponder upon how could I not hear
The waves whisper so awfully near.
Place your hand over your mouth
Embrace yourselves, here comes doubt.
You’ll feel your gut drop
Praying for this clock to suddenly stop.
Struggling to make sense of now
Longing for what and how.
Cherish these wings, take them on a flight,
Don’t tie yourself down in this earthly life.
Nutritious should be your affection
Infectious should be your depictions.
Perfect perceptions within
Is a battle nobody against you, can win.
Acrylic, rose pigment, and gold leaf on canvas
2024
177.8 x 116.8 cm; 70 x 46 in.
A reflection on self-politics and the weight of choice, this piece contemplates how disassociation allows us to witness our lives as a series of impermanent, converging decisions.
May I Wonder?
Mid-summer with the sun out,
It’s the cold within that made me cry out.
I wonder what made you so sure.
When I always held open the door.
Was it denial or was it sanity?
As the curtains fall, proving it was all in vanity.
I wonder what gives you purpose to stay this true,
It’s getting cold for me but not as it is for you.
I can feel the strings being pulled,
Bound by emotions, life tangoes us through.
I wonder if we can adapt to the whip.
Be submissive now but feeling so unequipped.
Flow with gravity before it crushes you down.
Pray that whatever you fear will wash away without sound.
I ponder upon how could I not hear
The waves whisper so awfully near.
Place your hand over your mouth
Embrace yourselves, here comes doubt.
You’ll feel your gut drop
Praying for this clock to suddenly stop.
Struggling to make sense of now
Longing for what and how.
Cherish these wings, take them on a flight,
Don’t tie yourself down in this earthly life.
Nutritious should be your affection
Infectious should be your depictions.
Perfect perceptions within
Is a battle nobody against you, can win.
