automotive

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.