Reality feels unreal to me sometimes. It’s as if I wake up from a night dream, then rise into the daydream.
Through the filter of this daydream, I am distilling the world and its occasional brutalities. Its enigmas and delicacies. Its joys and struggles.
This filter makes it easy for me to transform and reinterpret, accept and (dis)connect.
Create, and then let go.
What I decant this way, makes up for a certain kind of beauty. Hypnotising, whimsical, overpowering. Slow.
Like gazing at the world through half-shut eyes.