Parallel
"It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection..."
~Sol Luckman
Creating this photo came about intuitively, albeit, several steps and debate. The artistic process with self conceptual or expression can drown me for days before I resurfacing feeling like a jigsaw puzzle placed back together.
It began with myself, standing on a fallen tree gazing through a multitude of greens, but quickly grew into the idea of an alternate reality, a parallel universe, where I find myself now standing across from my 'other' self.
The idea and or theory of a parallel universe (or more!), and there being another carbon copy of myself, is a wild and somewhat obsessive concept. Working through concepts with my art is a gratifying and exciting process that helps with my insatiable curiosities.
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I discover, there within the forest, we are no different. We exist on different dimensions and yet we walk the same path and explore the same mysteries. We feel and sense in the same manner. We find ourselves when we lose ourselves, in the silence of nature. Perhaps, we have always found each other, (our other self), there, just beyond our physical senses.
There is another presence...the air parts like a tiny ripple. The trees stir just the slightest, a whisper, a breath, the leaves quiver. She appears like a ghost in the night. Feathers graze the space that surrounds her pushing her forward with such grace.
She is our messenger. She is our guide through realms and shadows. She who flies silent and stealthy, she who sees all, she who appears again and again in all forms. She who we search for, together, there in-between worlds. She is our link, our connection. She is who transports us through time and space, dreams and multiverses. She is who binds us together.
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I began to wonder are we not the same? The owl, myself and my other? Our skin just a veil we slip through like the parting of a curtain. We are parallel and yet forever intersected.
Parallel
"It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection..."
~Sol Luckman
Creating this photo came about intuitively, albeit, several steps and debate. The artistic process with self conceptual or expression can drown me for days before I resurfacing feeling like a jigsaw puzzle placed back together.
It began with myself, standing on a fallen tree gazing through a multitude of greens, but quickly grew into the idea of an alternate reality, a parallel universe, where I find myself now standing across from my 'other' self.
The idea and or theory of a parallel universe (or more!), and there being another carbon copy of myself, is a wild and somewhat obsessive concept. Working through concepts with my art is a gratifying and exciting process that helps with my insatiable curiosities.
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I discover, there within the forest, we are no different. We exist on different dimensions and yet we walk the same path and explore the same mysteries. We feel and sense in the same manner. We find ourselves when we lose ourselves, in the silence of nature. Perhaps, we have always found each other, (our other self), there, just beyond our physical senses.
There is another presence...the air parts like a tiny ripple. The trees stir just the slightest, a whisper, a breath, the leaves quiver. She appears like a ghost in the night. Feathers graze the space that surrounds her pushing her forward with such grace.
She is our messenger. She is our guide through realms and shadows. She who flies silent and stealthy, she who sees all, she who appears again and again in all forms. She who we search for, together, there in-between worlds. She is our link, our connection. She is who transports us through time and space, dreams and multiverses. She is who binds us together.
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I began to wonder are we not the same? The owl, myself and my other? Our skin just a veil we slip through like the parting of a curtain. We are parallel and yet forever intersected.