Making gradients on inkpad.
Blatantly copying Rafaël Rozendaal.
Creep
Silently I sit in the movie theatre. I let my imagination trick reality and the person next to me becomes my newest obsession. I hear his breathing. I feel his body vibrate in the seat as he laughs at the hilarious movie. And I laugh along, even though I don’t think it’s funny. I don’t even know whats going. He’s never indicated interest, he probably hasn’t even seen my face.
I am so infatuated with his presence. It’s his proximity. It’s the closest I’ve felt to anyone in weeks. Our shoulders lightly touch which makes me breathless. I remember that there’s a film on and I’m meant to be watching it - concentrating on the complicated story line. Some guy, some girl, a gun.
If I had to identify him in a line up, I couldn’t. Who’s he here with? Dunno. Doesn’t matter. It’s not him but what he represents. Another human, a man, untainted by opinions, looks or height. Perfect in every way - according to my imagination.
Its not unhappy here. It just is as it always will be until it’s not.
“Do you want a one-off artwork, created just for you? An image which is impossible to recreate ever again and you own the ONLY copy?
-OR-
Do you want an image created in your honour - sent to and seen by every single person on the planet?”
— Vanessa Robinson, circa 2013
Allie had her party and let me spray paint her head on the wall. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.
