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Parallel Universe was inspired by a 2017 film called the Discovery. One overarching premise in the film is that our consciousness exists in parallel planes, and that when we die in one plane, our consciousness finds itself in another plane. I wanted to paint this concept of a side-by -side existence divided by some invisible membrane or realm. It seemed fitting to imagine beyond an earthy plane. What if conscious energy from the universe could also be absorbed into an alternate universe (s)? (Not an original thought- I know- but one I wanted to try painting). At the top of the painting, in one plane of existence, there is a black hand/claw reaching down. It’s sharp-edged with some bursts of red and shades of blue- in fact. For me, it was an alien claw wreaking havoc and causing destruction. There is also a giant whisk-like structure mixing up a natural order of living. In film, The Discovery, people begin to take their own lives in order to have their consciousness absorbed into an alternative plane—seeking a life with less suffering. The film opens this controversial concept, and it creates a powerful implicit narrative in the story. This painting, Parallel Universe seeks to visualize this film’s concept by juxtaposing dark against a lighter, brighter variation. The soft hues of pinks and purples suggest a lighter, more promising existence. I didn’t intend to reconcile this film's complex meaning, but rather to wonder further and sometimes, even still, get lost in thought.
Parallel Universe was inspired by a 2017 film called the Discovery. One overarching premise in the film is that our consciousness exists in parallel planes, and that when we die in one plane, our consciousness finds itself in another plane. I wanted to paint this concept of a side-by -side existence divided by some invisible membrane or realm. It seemed fitting to imagine beyond an earthy plane. What if conscious energy from the universe could also be absorbed into an alternate universe (s)? (Not an original thought- I know- but one I wanted to try painting). At the top of the painting, in one plane of existence, there is a black hand/claw reaching down. It’s sharp-edged with some bursts of red and shades of blue- in fact. For me, it was an alien claw wreaking havoc and causing destruction. There is also a giant whisk-like structure mixing up a natural order of living. In film, The Discovery, people begin to take their own lives in order to have their consciousness absorbed into an alternative plane—seeking a life with less suffering. The film opens this controversial concept, and it creates a powerful implicit narrative in the story. This painting, Parallel Universe seeks to visualize this film’s concept by juxtaposing dark against a lighter, brighter variation. The soft hues of pinks and purples suggest a lighter, more promising existence. I didn’t intend to reconcile this film's complex meaning, but rather to wonder further and sometimes, even still, get lost in thought.
There’s a little forest area tucked away, close to where I live. I call it the secret forest. It’s a mysterious woods, high up on a hill. I enjoy going there and exploring the tall maples, oaks, poplars, ashes and elms. Everywhere I look in this lovely forest, I see lush green plants thriving on the ground. The squirrels chatter away as they jump from branch to branch, then dart up the huge tree trunks. At the far end of this beautiful wooded hideaway, there’s a small valley. A little river runs through it, and the water trickles over the rocks nearby. The sound puts me in a contemplative and slightly meditative state. I’m always at peace in this enchanted secret forest.
This was his 4th year of watching the people gather for their dance. He would dance with them on the plains, moving the sun with the power of his ancestral will.
An old warrior watches an early snow dust the land where his children once played, where young men hunted and a woman's gentle laughter danced in the fire with the soup. He remembers many bullets and has taken many lives in his living years. But he is old now. He remembers the spirit helpers that gave his life and anger such purpose and power. He acknowledges them and tucks a bit of the land into the folds of his blanket. *Artists notation: zooming up to the crook of Geronimo's folded arm, you can see tucked safely away in the folds of his blanket, are the memories of the places he's loved the most.