Daniela Schulz (2000038)
Neon Hypnagogia
(Oil on Canvas Board, 300mm x 230mm)
Inspired by some written work i made to describe my experience with hypnagogic hallucinations:
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Eyes flutter shut. Empty space is filled with sound. Whispers wash past her ears, shouts reverberate around the room. She is powerless to stop them, trapped in a realm balancing along the line of wakefulness and dream. The tide rises and falls, orchestras crescendo and silence with the waves. She lies in a bustling street, rain sliding down the planes of her cheeks, neon lights reflecting off the slick cobblestones. She hears the coins ring as they fall on the floor, the glass shatter on the pavement, the tyres grinding against the road. She hears the stories of people come and go, with whispers, shouts and screams. With numbers, poems and conversations. She tries to grasp them but they are ripped away by gusts of wind, caught in the flow of the tide and melted away into the neon streets.
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This piece was a rollercoaster. I created it out of a sudden burst of inspiraton ideas after seeing a painting by Vladinsky from the 'Observer' series. Suddenly a title came to me, 'Neon Hypnagogia', and I knew that is what the piece had to be about. I had plans to make this piece wildly abstract with odd proportions, but the more I did the worse it looked. The piece changed over and over, taking new directions, ironically similar to the way I experienced these hallucinations. Even though I hated it I kept going and in the end I am happy with the final result even if it is totally different to how I imagined it to be.
Neon Hypnagogia
(Oil on Canvas Board, 300mm x 230mm)
Inspired by some written work i made to describe my experience with hypnagogic hallucinations:
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Eyes flutter shut. Empty space is filled with sound. Whispers wash past her ears, shouts reverberate around the room. She is powerless to stop them, trapped in a realm balancing along the line of wakefulness and dream. The tide rises and falls, orchestras crescendo and silence with the waves. She lies in a bustling street, rain sliding down the planes of her cheeks, neon lights reflecting off the slick cobblestones. She hears the coins ring as they fall on the floor, the glass shatter on the pavement, the tyres grinding against the road. She hears the stories of people come and go, with whispers, shouts and screams. With numbers, poems and conversations. She tries to grasp them but they are ripped away by gusts of wind, caught in the flow of the tide and melted away into the neon streets.
_____________________________________________
This piece was a rollercoaster. I created it out of a sudden burst of inspiraton ideas after seeing a painting by Vladinsky from the 'Observer' series. Suddenly a title came to me, 'Neon Hypnagogia', and I knew that is what the piece had to be about. I had plans to make this piece wildly abstract with odd proportions, but the more I did the worse it looked. The piece changed over and over, taking new directions, ironically similar to the way I experienced these hallucinations. Even though I hated it I kept going and in the end I am happy with the final result even if it is totally different to how I imagined it to be.