Behind what is perceived is What Might Be

My interest in reality is limited, it’s true. What intrigues me about life–my experiences and my thoughts and perceptions about them, the places I go, the things I learn, and the people whose lives intersect mine–is far from merely fascination with the truth of them. It’s just as much about the unseen and unknown, the possibilities inherent in the facts, that inspire me. Every reality seems to me to contain infinite potential storylines for those with open eyes and imaginations. It’s why I seldom make predetermined images in my own artworks, but instead follow where the developmental processes take me, just in case there’s a much more exciting or provocative or ridiculous or even beautiful possibility than in the concept with which I started. Most of the time I don’t even have to start with a concept–there’s so much delightful stuff just waiting out there in the wide world wanting to be discovered that every breath, every corner turned, might lead to the revelation of who that shadowy figure in the hallway ahead is and what lies beyond the light-filled doorway ahead of him. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be worth following him–only telepathically, of course–to find out.