STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
2022
2022
South River Arts Studio, Atlanta GA
Do I love it here, or must I? To get from one day to the next?
Caught in the grasps of time, in the everyday,
In the repeated actions,
in the thoughts that go down the same path over and over,
In the rise and fall of each hour, all the moments that create a day
Moments become shapes held hostage or
Comfortably enamored in the present
Going between ordering themselves and wanting to succumb to the chaos that they are,
With entropy as the designation of time
And the urging desire to slip away from the numbers on the clock.
These slip away paintings search for unity,
they struggle and thrive in constant searching.
Unconcerned with their context; their role is to search how to be together
Flowing, struggling, moving towards their own prophecies,
Shaping their own containers to embody time
Close up, subjective, fully realized ideas in their own right;
but each just a tiny sliver of the whole.
Each one has a stopping point
All moving towards that place of being
Tiny ecosystems revealing, morphing, integrating,
Maintaining their own integrity and journeys, shifting in and out of focus-
All responding to the start, all in reaction to each other,
Conveying a breath of a moment, tiny sliver of a day, a fingernail’s growth of time.
Going back through neurosis to calm it.
Might go crazy in search of themselves.
The calendar, an absurd but necessary way to encapsulate and keep track of time,
With a date, a number, a framework to disrupt the passage.
When so much cannot be contained
Is it possible to hold all this watery time?