Our culture is an automotive one. Machine based, rage guzzling. Still I’m interested in its experiential benefits, if indeed they objectively exist.
While day-to-day linear movement measures our drive and promotes our wellbeing, inside, the passenger is passive and reflective, unburdened from decisions.
Painting for me is simulating this experience of a passenger. I am contained. From my containment I gaze upon an arena marked by exhaust, haste, and turbulence. I see others, but mostly I see their containers. We are aligned and in accordance.
This is an automotive pastoral. A sensory deprivation vessel. A joyride of attention on the visual.