Fluid Fragments
I guess I’m just hopelessly fascinated by the realities that you can assemble out of connected fragments.
—Junot Diaz
In the blue green vein of my subconscious—a cinematic impulse surges from my human hard drive—with nerve ending touch, soothing & siren sounds. Continuity, cuts, cross cuts, jump cuts and fades stream on demand—scenes dissolve & roll with invisible credits. Hues shift, shadows elongate and delicious textures glisten. Easy to surrender to a silky montage of deeply saturated colors—dicier to disengage visions and visitations (explicit & subliminal) in black & white. Leaping over time and whirling through space, minutes meld, seasons shuffle, lovers & others appear and disappear, while tangles of emotions mingle. Not exactly random connections, but fragments curated with smooth precision from within. I love to try to trick it (my subconscious)—alter the timeline, delete or drop in a sequence, gloss up the outcome—synchronize the flow.