Thoughts about the photographs.
They seem to be about quietude, comfort, tranquility, etc.
And I would have said the same about the paintings.
But now I am re thinking this whole concept.
What if what I think stands for those things listed above really stands for a disruption of that.
It seems to make so much more sense.
The photos are of my bed in the morning.
Ashley is gone, I am alone.
My hapiness, comfort, quietude, tranquility, etc. has been disrupted.
Reality has taken hold, life, existence.
And then I realize, that is what I've been drawing and photographing.
The moments of disrupted comfort.
And then I think about the paintings.
I've been confused in thinking they are in conjuction with the photos and drawings.
Really they are a retaliation against the ideas expressed in those.
The paintings act as a break from this for me, emotionaly.
They are a juxtaposition to these disrupted symbols of comfort.
These are just ideas I'm working through.
More later.

quiet.
morning. I love this.
awaken to nothing.
alone,
sitting silent.
staring blankly.
thoughts overwhelm nothing.
no distractions.
these times matter,
these empty moments.
words/thoughts escape me,
as they often do.
but these moments.
there must be some word/
discription.
it doesn't matter.