Not once in the course of our entire lives will we truly see ourselves. Reflections are backwards, pictures freeze less than a breath of time, film feeds only two of our five senses. We are, however, always taking in the rest of the world: the good, the bad, the absurd.
What results from this dichotomy of perception is the distancing of the self from the rest of reality. We are onlookers, perhaps participants in the world around us. But the “I” cannot possibly share the same origin as the “Other”; it seems that we are exempt from the atrocities of reality. And this mindset is both stemmed from and fosters ignorance of a special sort: innocence. I’ve always seen innocence as our blind yet firmly implanted belief that we are made of and for better things than the rest of the world we see every day.
The chosen colors, religious imagery, and juxtaposition of subjects in “Origin” are very intentional but hopefully can provide each set of eyes something personal. The work is an attempt to capture the human need to rise above the rest while (literally) shutting our eyes to the inevitable and earthly confines of both our roots and our reach; it is an attempt to highlight the ironic ability of human innocence to present itself as deeply beautiful and pure while also fruitless and desperate.