The tree in my pocket. The title describes what is in the frame, but hopefully is more a starting point for a tale of a thinker in a universe similar to books like A Wrinkle in Time or maybe The Last Unicorn. The background image was an accidental shot through my pocket and I found its murky color and almost recognizability an interesting as a starting point for a background for a dreamy tree along with paint and a portrait. The tree had been the results of some tests I made playing with plastic film; it’s much more intriguing to think about a tree shimmering between worlds.
Painted giraffes. This one had much less of the accidental image through my pocket but a bit is included, along with drawings, some diagrams, printed soap patterns and flickers of thrown paint over my photograph of striding giraffes. The dimension is a bit relocated but still a thinker in the same kind of in-between world neither here nor there.
The painted elephant in my pocket. The murky color and almost recognizability of accidental image I made through my pocket is in the foreground, along with some thrown paint and a couple drawings. Some most drawing tests and an accidental photo combine to become something more: a thinker in a fragmented waypoint to other worlds contained in a very small space.
